what good are dead leaves
and I will tell you
they nourish the sore earth.
You shall ask what reason is there for winter
and I will tell you
to bring about new leaves.
You shall ask
why are the leaves so green
and I will tell you
because they are rich with life.
You shall ask why must summer end
and I will tell you
so that the leaves can die.
-Nancy Wood
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