A withered leaf falls, the ground making its claim
To the compost that will enrich it
A start to a new beginning, an end to what's aged and frail
Trickling rain amidst a coral plain
Trailing drops of wafts of dew
Gently falling on tethered falls
On plains hidden by fallen leaves of brown
Once green they lay now in a heap of dirt
Dead and unwanted by the naked eye
For the chagrin that they be heaps of waste
Once a beaut to the eye..
For new beginnings be the death of old
Once treasured and dreamt of like pots of gold
on rainbows that color the clouds
That ageless beginning ray of hope..
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