Shades of green give way to orange, gold and scarlet
As summer dies in a blaze of glory.
Soon those branches will be bare, stark against the horizon,
As nature enters the long sleep of winter.
But spring will come...
And once again the seemingly dead will be reborn
To grow and bloom for another season.
It must be so for man's life too -
The sleep of death -
Then comes the resurrection.
- Kay Carlsen
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