Seasons of Change
I am willing to move with the seasons of change,
when snow falls and softens the ground,
when leaves surrender their colour,
and water keeps flowing, soundless and sure.
Like the green leaf turning auburn, so too do I.
I fall to make room for the future,
to plant a seed within the heart.
The path ahead grows clearer,
and here feels like a good place to start.
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