The day it is sunny and breezy and clear
The weather so lovely for April in the Fall of the year
The deciduous trees in the parkland turning yellow and reddish brown
And their leaves in their many are gently drifting down
To Mother Earth who receives them the one who never grieves
For even her dead life forms never mind her dead leaves
In her World the cycle of life does go on
The one who will be here when I am long gone
A forgotten memory in the passage of time
Our Seasons not many and short our life's prime
Am I any different to the leaves of the Fall?
There is a time limit for me and for all
The silver billed magpie is fluting on a wattle tree
And the familiar call of the dainty pee wee
Echoes in the parkland on this beautiful day
And in the blue sunny sky just a few clouds of gray.
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