-------Forever Becoming-------
Quiet
has come
to the
branches.
Their summer leaves
soften
into gold,
And slowly,
lovingly
let go,
Back down to earth
without
a sound.
We are each the tree of a little seed
and together
an entire forest.
May we move graceful
and grateful
like this,
Forever becoming
into the dreams
we hold
within.
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