The death of Summer
Brings about new life
The vibrant colors of Autumn
Restore my vitality
In this otherwise grey existence.
Fingertips gently trailing in the water
Laying near the picturesque pond
Listening to the birds call.
Harken to Autumn's sweet voice
Discern her beauty from the darkness
The leaves rustling in the wind
Not living to see another day.
This is my sanctum.
The equinox approaches
So does Death.
The red of my blood
Soak the leaves under me
The trees lament
One death for billions of their kind slaughtered
They bestow their beauty upon the world
And we destroy it.
It's in our nature.
But am I the only one willing to give up my life
To make sure they are recognized again?
Plants and trees let us breathe.
And in return, we have shown our gratitude
By chopping them down.
Their song has made me realize
That we are not worthy of them.
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