We are left for the soil

There is a time in every leaf’s life when it

Falls

The ice freezes over their fragile bodies

Melt into the ground

Blended in ice

Birch

Maple

Oaks will follow

Until winter has swept its hand

Blanketing the ground

Frozen and then thaws

Trees no need to cry

They are in a better place

One that gives organic matter

Insulates soil

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