Falling leaves of an old oak tree

The falling leaves of an old oak tree,

dances and sways,

graceful in every way.

For the tree has not any worries,

of the changes that will come in a hurry.

Rather embraces,

shedding freely,

preparing for the new reality.

For once these things, wore so heavily, now falls swift and so lightly.

She is ready now, for what is to come.

Winter will be here, as soon as fall is done.

The tree is not afraid, of the harshness that will soon be coming her way.

For she will be standing stronger at the end of the day.

Her fallen leaves, now enriching the soil beneath her feet.

She will never need to show defeat!

Because she knows how life can be so sweet.

When you just realize, that changes in life, are really just a treat.

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