The Cycle of Life
The Cycle of Life
I walk this golden path in fall’s cool breeze
as autumn afternoon’s warm setting sun
is shining brightly through the crimson trees,
but growing shadows signal day is done.
A bright array of leaves the autumn paints,
her palette filled with amber, rust and red;
she paints the vivid colors sans constraints
throughout the hills and forests so widespread.
And though the season’s colors bring us cheer,
the falling leaves an omen for us all
that old man winter surely must be near;
upon these barren branches snow will fall.
And thus the cycle of our lives proceeds
and moves ahead till springtime sprouts her seeds.
November 24, 2019
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