Falling leaves of many colors
Reds, yellows, orange and rust
Their green is gone, but not forever.
The dark tree's bark
The grays of night
The whites of life all within the bark.
Who will contemplate the tree?
It's beauty and its darkness supreme?
Where has the reds, the yellows, oranges and rust gone?
To bed for another day only to awaken to a new life
Full of life and internal beauty awaiting a fall night
Changing from green to color waiting the fall day light.
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