In
the autumn, some are dull and lifeless.
Others
swirl and dance, provoking praise and worship.
Seeds
burst into seed for good or ill.
A
reaping of what is sown.
Some
tower sadly. Others bloom with laughter.
Each
parades the heart.
For
all to examine.
Which
tree will I be?
Will
I be dull and lifeless or provoking praise?
In
the autumn.
The
choice is mine.
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