When The Leaves Fall

When the leaves

Fall,

We are left

With

The bare

Bones

Of

The

Bare

Trees,

Telling

Us

Things,

Barely.

The way the wind

Changes

Direction

Just

As the world

Rotates

On its

Axis

Is quite like

The way

The present

Is only

This exact

Moment

And the 

Future is

Our orbit,

Waiting

To

Exist.

When the leaves

Fall,

They leave

Trails

To show

How the past

Was

Shaped

By the

Future.

When the 

Trees

Are

Bare,

We find that

We barely

Understand

The

Extent of 

The transience

Of our lives.

For all the leaves

That fall,

And

All the

Trees

We find

Empty

Of

Foliage,

An opportunity

To understand

The world

And its

Clues

Arises.

The leaves

Are

Left

To

Leave

Us

Clues

Of

How the world

And

Its

Meaning

Takes

Shape.

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