I want an end like autumn leaves
That gracefully depart the tree
A Life beyond the edge of branch
My season reached, a freedom's chance.
To drift upon a breeze refined
Descending toward my Life's design.
To welcome all these changes sown
From light received to splendor shown.
And when I've reached my place of rest
I hope my life, by then shines best.
As I depart this withered shell
With peaceful colors chosen well.
Photo taken in Paris, Jardin de Luxembourg .. Poem author unknown.
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