Maple Leaf

Maple Leaf prose poem

Uploaded by Janet Egan

For everything, there is a season, it has been foretold. When I was young and green, securely clinging to the branches of my family Sugar Maple tree, I thought it was the best I would ever be. But here, now, in the Autumn season of my life , rich with vibrant color that represents the wisdom of my age, I see what then, I did not know. Green to yellow to orange to red, I have graced this landscape with the glory of my aging, and have brought pleasure and beauty to my Mother Earth. I release my grip from the branch on which I was raised, and flutter slowly to the ground with grace, knowing that returning to the earth from whence I came is my destiny in the cycle of life, and I will return, in season.

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