Some days, I just sit here and watch. Here. Now.
A falling leaf. A leaf that has accomplished its aim in the world and is now dropped by the tree, no longer needed. It floats, it dances briefly, waving goodbye, and falls. It now paves my new way. Thank you, my dear. Know that your life was not unnoticed. Farewell.
I have to let it go now. It will decay and, with time, it will feed a new tree.
Maybe Autumn, ‘Fall’, is the time to let go of things that touched us, that gave us life, but are now
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