Taking a final breath,
holding his head high,
admitting defeat,
he falls to the ground.
The leaf has succumbed
and the air is still...
Lying in wait
for god's frozen tears
to paint the earth
with it's false sense of purity.
Ripping the color
from our vision.
Reminding us of
our lack of control.
And life is life
because it ends.
It's nature's vicious cycle
keeping us in check.
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