sign of what ever exists,
dead leaves, in the most beautiful
colors. Dying beauty, it makes place
for something new.
Transcience can be so beautiful to see.
And in spring, the fresh leaves will grow.

A promise, a new begin.
And as every year, the trees will let go,
and the dead leaves are lying on the ground.
A cyclus of death and a new begin.
Every year again, year after year.
Fresh and dead leaves, every begin has an end.

A process that you can´t stop.
It´s just happening, every year again,
The transcience and the new life both
a beautiful thing to watch,
the autumn and the spring,
a pleasure, for you and for me.


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