Urges

The nights get darker, the weather cooler, a time where secrets are better hidden.  Magicians aren’t the only ones that hide things up their sleeves!

The leaves fall to the ground, to rot and decompose. No more converting light to life.  Instead the husk is all that’s left of the beauty they once were.

No need though  to grieve for the fallen leaf, for with it’s death still it gives life.  Fertilisation of the earth, homes and food to creatures of the woods. Both in life and death a purpose served.

So let me go, let me leave..or leaf like be.  Eternal, immortal, do not grieve. I lived, I loved and this is only the next stage where my turn it is, to fall. At peace, at one.

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