The open field,

Once dead and brown with earth and leaves,

Comes to life

With small green blades each capped with dew.

All fallen leaves were once dark green,

All bright seedlings, born of parents long gone.

Wistful sadness at life’s quick passing,

Calm smile at death’s short reign

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