she resonates with the fall trees,
as they whip about in the fall breeze,
feeling small among these tall trees,
eager to shed off the death in their fall leaves.


eager to shed off the death in her fall leaves,
she resonates with the fall trees.


she clings to her belief
like she clings to this forsaken leaf,
shed by the fall trees
being whipped about by the fall breeze.


being whipped about by the fall breeze,
she clings to her belief.

the crisp air reveals her breath
as she gazes and reflects on this beautiful death.
each color of leaf
a different shade of gold, a different hue of grief.
just like them she’s changing.


just like them she’s changing.
the crisp air reveals her breath.


in breath, she heaves
a sigh
of relief,
like the breeze
in the fall trees.
in death, she believes.  


there’s beauty in the  f
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