it's autumn again.

seasons come and go

and they age like fine wine

i learn to bid farewells

and i grow to understand

that everything ends

and i've noticed the smaller things

like how acorns have to fall

before they rot

and that gratitude often comes

in crisp apples before they turn overripe

there's sweetness in the pain

of knowing it's time

before things rot and sour

I'm starting to learn

that there's a time for every harvest

i'm starting to learn

when to let go

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