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Breathing in the air,
sending it deep
into my lungs

I feel the crispness and aliveness

Leaves crunching underneath my feet,
A reminder that all that rises
will fall

I watch the leaves dance golden against
the gray sky
Without contrast, we have

Beginning and ending are
meaningless words
for everything is a cycle beginning

again as soon as it has

The breath enters my body
only to be

The leaf falls from the tree
only to be
one with the earth again,
nourishing the tree from which it came

We are fools to fall prey to this notion
that we ever end