On Autumn Leaves
Their rustling becomes forgot part of past;
No pleasant environment can everlast,
Days of fall for reason their shade o'ercast,
So, we can clearly observe the contrast.
Nature has innate desire for rebirth;
No creature is nominated for mirth;
Everything, for measured time, has it's worth;
All is destined to be a part of earth.
These leaves had just a nine months duration,
Each feather has time for aviation.
Rose, at last, loses it's beauty; scatters
Old mountain can't withstand time and clatters
Snowy glacier though firm, at last shatters
Everything is void, just nothing matters
April 03, 2022
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