The leaves fall and you can rake them up.
It's such a pain but things must be done.
Leave them I say, the tired ground can use some beauty.
Then winter comes and everything must die.
The coldness freezes.
The purity of snow can sparkle in some joy.
The relief of spring comes to melt troubles away.
Everything grows in truly living color.
The warmth of summer arrives.
Take in the sun. Feel its warmth comfort you.
Enjoy the jubilee while it lasts for it goes by too fast.
The crisp fall returns only to bring back the complications.
If you chose that route anyway.
The seasons repeat make each one its best.
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