Connection

The leaves gently fall
  coming off the trees
A flurry of softly falling
  delight they will then
Feed the ground becoming
  rich dark earth so the
New seeds released might
  bloom next spring
All is a cycle in connection
  one with the other
Death and life mingle
  one feeding another
It all comes in a cycle
  so why do we resist
Or avoid it, claiming
  we cannot change
When the earth shows us
  we are in constant connection