Fires Of Fall

So life’s seasons pass and pass again,
This cycle of death and life brings about the refinement of men.
Every time part of us dies,
The falling fire will feed a new flower that will rise.
The radiant colors are a symbol of grace,
That in death God never hides his face.
The earth is wise, thus never ashamed,
That its colors fall in new births name.
When the flowers of spring bloom radiant and bright.
Remember the power of growth came from deaths long night.

Excerpt from the poem Autumn.

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