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Where will my grave be?

I wish one day to be like an autumn leaf.
Accepting as they are about no longer being young
or vibrant or green.
Accepting of the winter coming and the impending end
which marks the beginning;
making room for the new.
Basking in every ray of autumn sun like it’s the last
Because it very well may be.
With no need to brag, they just sway in the wind
More beautiful, more richly colored than they have ever been or Ever will be.
The reds, and the browns, and the yellows and purples
They Know they’ve reached their prime,
And they Know we all see it.
Their wisdom I’d like to possess and
The grace with which they are blown by the wind
And fall to the ground in piles of their own.
They come from one and they fall into one
And all the while gracefully accepting of it.
If only humans could learn from them.
How much easier life should be.

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