Breathing in the air,
sending it deep
down
into my lungs
I feel the crispness and aliveness
restored
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
nothing
Beginning and ending are
meaningless words
for everything is a cycle beginning
again as soon as it has
ended
The breath enters my body
only to be
exhaled
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
