We Are All Leaves


I am a leaf on a tree,
as are you.
Autumn has come.
I wanted to believe it would not.
I long have been hypnotized
by its transition colors
and summer-borrowed breezes.
Oh, so very soon I will take flight,
my destiny wafting me down
to the realm of the rhizosphere,
where I can contribute to life
rather than experience it,
while over the millennia
I await along with other atoms
a return to stardust,
with only bits of record
of the good done for and by me
throughout the journey.
Then, we stardust,
having become so compacted
into one entity
that it will again
big bang
on its way to becoming more leaves:
we and they, you and I.

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