What Goes up
What goes up
One day
Must gently fall to the ground
Like a Seed
Creating a tree
And a tree birthing a leaf
As the seasons pass
The swirling breeze
From high above
Gently calls each pastel leaf
To flutter down
Upon the ground
A peaceful nest
Beneath the boughs
Forever. to rest
For Part Of You Is Part Of Me
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2024
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