By Jack Brummet
The dappled grey, mottled rust,
And crumbling mustard leaves and fronds
Tumble to the beckoning loam in the fall,
Sinking to the brown earth
Like we all do
Sooner or later,
But they do it every year,
Reincarnated in green
And crumbling mustard leaves and fronds
Tumble to the beckoning loam in the fall,
Sinking to the brown earth
Like we all do
Sooner or later,
But they do it every year,
Reincarnated in green
For one more run at life above the earth.
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