Oregon leaves...
The leaves they fall and sway and play in the invisible wind their innocence is childlike/ these sinless souls bereaved to be apart from their mother's perch/ she works to grow the roots that feed them full and fearless they consume the light that shines and pours upon them/ The snows come and covers them all with dignity and sinless white/ the world walks upon their ageless faces/ it grinds them into itself and nourishes them to grow like their mothers past/ their father's essence/ today is a gift we call the present/
(This piece is an imagery designed to portray the life cycle of nature and what a gift we have in being alive.)
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