In the
forest is a circle of life.
A
circle of life, lifted from a pallet of rainbow colours.
Colours
as old as life itself
Colours
mixed by the Master painter.
When
the spring rains are good, new growth paints the forest canopy in gold and pink
and scarlet.
Mature
leaves grow and harden and turn a thousand shades of green.
Eventually
older leaves turn, not by the change of season, but in their individual time.
They
return to the colours of their youth.
And
then they fall, to carpet the earth in gold and pink and scarlet.
And
with their brown bones, they lay a foundation for the next generation.
In this
circle of life.
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