Seeing the Forest

Seeing the Forest

See the miles of autumn leaves,
Where the hand of Frost,
Has touched them in their full maturity,
Year after year,
With the sorrow of Nature,
Leaving them magnificent in their prime of life,
Rich with experience,
In a way not possible in pale green youth.

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