Death is a tree in its Autumn beauty, Previous years a seed was sown, Watered and nurtured until mature, A spring of colourful leaves. Shades of green differ in hue and Tone as growth shines. A summer sun, brightness, shades and tints, A wonderful life. The Autumn evening beckons, The shadow of the land fades, Age and time golden brown, Weak and nimble growing backwards. … Continue reading Leaves To Dust