Nature’s Moral Stories X

 
 
 

It is in autumn,
When true humility and kindness
From trees and foliage
Are in action.
Death is slow motion.

. . . seeing trees cascading in colors of the horizon—
Of red, gold, and orange;
Being at height,
Happiness
Is always in inquest; at question.

It is in autumn,
When the sun fall short
In warming the Earth:
Everything, and everyone
Has limitation.

. . . accepting change, mind need not to be in commotion;
Understanding fortitude, endurance, and resiliency
Aren’t patented to trees.
And
due diligence brings makeover to every notion.

If only yeses
Can come with whys
And responses with a smile—-
All differences can arrive
To peaceful resolution, sigh.

No carries outright exhaustion, aight.

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