Don’t you envy the leaves?

Don’t you envy the leaves

so golden or red?;

shining their very brightest

at the end of their visible lives

setting ablaze both dawn and dusk

Don’t you want to give over?;

as they are​​ 

to the rhythms​​ 

of living and dying;​​ 

to have peace​​ 

with the beauty

and worry less​​ 

about the end​​ 

that surely will come,

​​ must come,

for the​​ process​​ 

to continue;

the cycles​​ 

to keep turning

including each leaf​​ 

falling from​​ 

​​ the trees

and each one of us

you and me.