Leaves falling into a mountain stream
quit their homeland to drift aimlessly
with the flow and be carried away into the distance.
Their final landing, a world known only to powers supreme.
Watching the leaves dance and dive in water,
we feel the beauty of life’s ebb and flow.
What kind of year was it for you?
I invite you to look back and recall,
while gazing on leaves fallen in flowing water
and the year’s final full moon.
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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Leaves falling into a mountain stream
quit their homeland to drift aimlessly
with the flow and be carried away into the distance.
Their final landing, a world known only to powers supreme.
Watching the leaves dance and dive in water,
we feel the beauty of life’s ebb and flow.
What kind of year was it for you?
I invite you to look back and recall,
while gazing on leaves fallen in flowing water
and the year’s final full moon.