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Sorrows of Reality
by Renee Gonzales
copyright 08-26-2001


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 
Autumn joy, a homey feeling of warmth.

The changing leaves tenaciously clinging to the limbs.

Red, yellow brown, gold, purple, green.

A multitude of earth’s colors palette.

Ever wonder that the first one's to change,

Were they the first to bud?

Tenaciously clinging to the limbs to keep what little life they have left.

Autumn. Fall.

Leaves fighting a never ending battle to stay alive.

Gardens giving up their fruits from the earth in desperate slowness to keep alive.

Fields of flowers showing their last hurrah by spraying the earth with their seeds.

Before they too, join the world of no more.

Crops, waiting for the combine.

Embarrassed by their change from thriving-with-life green, to blase` shades of brown.

You smell the change.

Your body feels the changes the earth imposes on us.

Autumn. Death.

Leaves, crops, flowers, once dead, can bloom no more.

As do humans, live, die.

Once dead, no more.
No rebirth.

The essence of the one leaf shall not see the same bud of life.

The exact stalk of corn will not bear fruit again.

The blue of the bluebonnet won't show its identical hue.

But.

The offspring shall rear up and do justice and pride itself in declaring,

"I am HERE. See what you gave me? Life. Death. I will follow your footsteps for I too, shall die; but, leave the legacy of you, through me, to them."

Death. Finality. Reality of LIFE!



Renee Gonzales


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09-05-2001 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

Robert Frost wrote, "Nothing Gold Can Stay"... how true!


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