Seasons

They turn half green, half brown
  Fluttering on the breeze
    A flag of what is to come
Some blow and fly to the ground
  Gently falling in proportion
    Not in danger of crashing
It is not nothingness but return
  Come to the soil and mix
    Deep into earths claim
Reborn in the meadow of spring flowers
  Sailing on wind in seed
     Breathed in as life gives again
Return to what has made you sprout
  Recycle into earths soft hands
    Cradled in love eternal given
The softly falling grace of what has been
  Not lost ever into the unknown
    Reborn in our hearts as grace