Autumn leaves falling off tall stately trees.
Dancing embers in transition, falling
Creating dust like gold full of somber wonders.
The tree has learned the art of letting go.
It is not afraid to stand alone, its branches bare.
It knows and accepts life’s rhythm;
Birds leaving their nest,
Flying away into abstract blue,
Singing their haunting freedom song, like
Psalms of divine inspiration,
They too know the art of letting go.
The tide effortlessly rolling out to sea,
As it caresses the ocean one last time, with its
Crashing waves kissing the sand
Leaving only its foam and
A majestic roar in their wake, as
Nature takes her course,
Mother Earth teaches us the art of letting go.