
Every ending promises a return–Nature’s cycle.
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Forgive me for the wind that strips you bare;
I am sorry for the cold and near-frost’s glare;
For momentous gusts that cause your leaves to fall;
For the joy of kindling your red flare.
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I confess, I cannot stay, I must take what once bloomed;
Write soulful notes on fallen leaves, to a sad, lost tune;
I never meant to curb your laugh, just put it to sleep
Never in my hands to take, or in my arms to keep.
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My Earth, dear, in my hands I take what does endure
To return to you in time, for that, you must be sure;
Now lanterns glow and baskets fill below the light of dusk
For such signs of life renewed, your faith in life, a must.
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But now you know, that life goes round, back where it all begins;
That I donβt take, I do return, in pure kind, and not at whim
Your rich soil, it does recall, every sadness sown
But i return, in joyous form, all your trees now grown.
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I leave for you, my contrite appeal, and a promise to return
A final leaf, small but green, proof that things will turn
I say goodbye, with humbled heart, and quiet, calm repose;
Then white youβll don, and then take off, and wear the green that flows.
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