...to slow down and watch life happen a little more closely.
One leaf remains.
Destined it knows for the soft bed below, of sorts of others once to, there holding on.
Yet new life already a thought. Buds tightly closed like a newborns eyes.
Soon to bloom and bring color and form to the bare branches that are.
And in the still quiet they arrive smiling.
Speaking a message of new life, new hope.
A new day, new growth.
Leaves will come, yes, they will.
For that of a new season does take time. These branches bare now,
will soon be comforted by lush green. And this process will repeat, and continue to tell a story.
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