In a blaze of color, Mother Nature
Allows for her children to slowly
Wither, fall and ultimately die
To become barren, but always free
A cycle of rebirth; phoenix's end
Gentle as the breeze in May
A hue of gold and red to break
Break away, and carpet the Earth
Beneath our feet, making way
For a blossom of green, or purple
A splash of vibrancy in a sea of
Greens, and browns and an
Endless expanse of blue above
An Echo pining for flowered tears
Waiting for the sun to set
So that in a fire of gold and rose,
With a violet peace and calm
The day may burst into flames
Like the leaves before they fall
From the ash of rain or snow
Stars that fall from Aphrodite,
Venus' hungry, fragile eyes
The burning glory of the sky
A new day, a new season to
Be reborn and truly begin again
Opening your heart, your eyes
Like the vixen's precious kit
To see the world with beauty
A devastating brilliance
Wishing only for respect and
The right to be birthed in vigor
Renewed with each day and
Every passing winter season
As Persephone flees the Sun

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