How Shall It Be?

Autumn Leaves

How shall it be when I lay to my rest beneath that great towering palm fronds covering bare earth?

How shall it be when Autumn comes to call when the great Oak leaf falls upon the green earth where I lay?

How shall it be when great gusts of wind swirl bright orange and red dropping from trees above my head?

How shall it be in the quiet of winters grip a light dusting of snow covering a slow melting mound?

How shall it be when pollen travels forth rejoicing in the earth and the spring of new birth?

How shall it be after all of these things cease to be for me as I lay here sleeping my last peaceful slumber?

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