RETURN

Like the frail brown parchment of the scrolls
     the leaves turn brown
          fall from their lofty perch
               ride the breeze to eternity.

Grain by grain the sea steals the sand
     transporting to the midnight depths of forever
          never to return to the beach.

The lightning struck tree clings to the last drops of sap
     ultimately relinquishing its hold
          becoming a brittle shell
               for wind rain snow sun
                    to return to its origin.

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