Is like a leaf falling to the ground.
It can either gently float to the end
Or get swept away in an unsuspecting wind.
Some make it to the earth in a whole,
But most are torn and tattered
Not by choice, just by nature.
They can fall off the tree to quickly,
Or hold out until the very end
But eventually they all make their way to the ground.
Like your observation and
Like your observation and detailed write of nature. And all is death, corruption dried out life, however, nature came about death is inevitable and you can't tell the week from the strong - good write damnedifdont's.
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