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what is it to be nature?


I'm green then yellow then orange then red. I'm thinner than weaker then let go then falling. I'm among the grass along with many others. This is when I think I'm done. The wind then brings me on my own journey. I flitter and flutter through the air. I'm tilted and turned by the wind. My veins are emphasized by the light. I'm fair from where I belong way up high. I see sights past ever before. I thought I was done but there is much more. I have a direction, a purpose, a way. Life is simple and new and complex. I am somewhere and nowhere and lost and found. Life is crowded and chaotic and written out ahead of me. Just when I thought it was all over, I was gifted something new. Now here I am traveling and living it out until -- CRUNCH!

 
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