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
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