Bismillah...
Autumn leaves gently glide above me,
Missioning to kiss pavement and soil,
As if to demonstrate the grace in change
when it welcomes new beginings
This tree will never be the same again,
but it will always remember...
It continues to hold firm to the earth
Rooted in it like thoughts to a mind
giving back to her what it takes
from weeping willow to pine
And so they exist in a tranquil marriage of truths:
that their creation was one of love from the One that created love
and their existence is one of transience from the Everlasting
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