it’s all too beautiful!
the swing of every leaf before it hits the ground
the sway, the game, the dance
before it turns back to dust, to decay
from 5 meters away from ground
to ground
to be grounded only for a moment of pain
and then become again how it were before it became nothing–

the shift,
the need to impress becomes stronger than the impression itself
and the leaf grows:
sometimes in six legs
sometimes in four
sometimes in two
just so it can tell, something–
to something that tomorrow might be there.

it’s just… too beautiful!
this chance to bear witness
to the dreams that the leaves might have.


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