Leaves turn
yellow and red
revealing their true colors,
as the protecting, nurturing
hands of the sunlight and tree
slowly fade way.
For they know
its time, for the leaves to bloom,
be their inner self, and choose
to flow with wind, or against it.
But
do the leaves forget?
forget they were green once,
holding on to the branches
like babies in cradle,
looking up to sunshine for
love and survival.
Disconnected yet connected,
they forever carry
the mark of their nurturers
engrained in their soul.
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