the night was leaving…
morning sun streaks struggled through the mist
to peek out their warmth and rays
the wind spoke gently to my heart
urging me on to hope
urging me on to trust
urging me on to believe
as the leaves reveal their true color
and become themselves
letting go
to renew themselves in splendor
in their unique radiance
as they color our world
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