Each fallen leaf
is the tear of the season
slowly dripping a painting poem
on the chest of the earth that surrenders to receive.
The fading green is not just a farewell
but a symphony of the last sacrifice
a melody that teaches that letting go
is the hardest song
that we must sing.
Among the branches that hold longing
the leaves whisper to the wind
Let me go so that the tree can live
so that the earth can breathe again from its wounds.
In the fall of the last leaf
hidden a wound that is secretly beautiful
teaching that true beauty
is not in the grip
but in the courage to step
even if we have to lose.
We are those leaves
that are swayed in the circle of time
understanding that every ending
is a disguised beginning
like a candle flame
dancing before it goes out.
