Autumn,
and photosynthesis
decrees
a period of winter dreaming.
The tree slows,
living on stored food,
and little energy.
The leaves,
released from factory duties,
celebrate
with colourful display:
a tribute to summers past.
They fall. They become one
with the earth
from whence they came.
The fallen leaves
did not develop
myths and fables
of a Father Tree
that created all.
They have no expectation
of a leaf reunion
on the Great Oak In The Sky.
They live.
They perform their tasks.
They celebrate their completion.
They fall.
Their elements become
part of all that was,
all that is,
and all that will follow.
Their lives are fruitful:
they grow;
they work;
they age;
they fall.
The universe does not destroy:
it transforms.
May we learn from leaves.
May our autumns blaze with colour.
May our transformation be joyous.
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