Leaves falling
Knowing when to let go

Not holding on
When it’s too late
Trusting that spring will come
New leaves anticipated
Not like the old
But new green
Better than what they were
Brand new, glistening
There is beauty in the falling
In the old
They are not broken
Or unwanted
Their colour is just different
And as they change
They know it’s time
As hard as it is
To leave the safety of the tree
And become something else
Something new

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