Leaves gather hues, reflecting life's many joys,
all beginning green, inexperienced and youthful,
time moves forward... leaving behind memories
But.. why must goodbyes be so hard...
the love of others remain within the treasures,
irreplaceable wonders of shared growth and thought,
all tucked neatly within glance and smile
adventure beyond the branch, gather up the world,
lasso oasis beyond your front door.. reap a harvest,
and when we gather again, spread your tales upon our table
it matters not, whether between us be pond or sea,
because where there is thought... so will be you and me
Honorable mention
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