never enough time
oh how the minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years slip by:
it’s summer, autumn, winter, spring,
then summer again,
and then spring again before
you’ve caught your breath.
then suddenly it’s autumn
and the leaves fall and you
hadn’t even noticed them unfold
yet there they lie on the forest floor
morphing into mother earth
as if they had never
in the wind
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