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New Poetry – The Fall

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New Poetry

The Fall

Softly tumbling

And so they came

There was naught a rumbling

Some were coloured as if aflame

A carpet grew upon the Earth

Soft and mellow colours all

To feed the birth

Oh how they fall one and all

Summers leaves lay thick and thin

The smile of Mother shines in spring

Beneath the surface they lay within

And from the Earth they would spring

Stretching upward they would strive

To break free was the aim

With the Sun they would survive

Survival, it was the game

It is Mothers master plan

From last years seeds

New life began

The cycle will proceed

Ad infinatum

© Hamish McKenna

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