Circle of Life

Circle of Life

The tree whispers softly, gently
I think it’s time to let me go
With a deep sigh, the last flower falls down innocently.

Tiny seeds burrow in the snow
Making their way to the earth’s womb
Come spring, as tender, new plants they bloom, going with the flow.

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