I die… Just to be born again…
A breath, inwards,
Nourishing, green,
A bud, tender and fragile
Change in season,
Youth, like spring
Fresh and joyful
Such is the state
Come summer,
Sun shines, hot and humid
Draining long hours
Eased by the rain
Fall! Oh Fall!
The end of it all!
Colors change,
Red, yellow and orange
And the cycle ends
Only to start again,
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