There's a beauty, you see, in dying leaves. They never cry. They never grieve. Once young and vibrant now summer has passed. Fall has come and they're dying at last. Aged and worn, their work is done. Time to lay down make way for the young. Lay bare the trees naked and cold, for winter's embrace would savage the old. Just like our lives, don't you see? We are the same as the dying leaves.
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I like how you used the comparison between dying leaves and humanity. “Time to lay down/make way for the young” reminds me of sayings that I’ve heard from my elders, priding themselves on building a strong foundation so that the next generation can thrive.
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