An Autumn Vow
© Yee Zheng
One shall not feel gloomy when the cold wind tears innocent leaves from their tree, for they are destined to an even greater purpose.
The leaves,
Blown down by the wind,
Are not vain,
But shall compost,
To provide for,
A greater germination,
In the next spring.
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