The Chance We Miss
So cool a day which echoes fall, and beauty blooms around...
But least I open heart and mind; I'll never hear its sound...
Its voice rang out in shades of green; so varied in its tone...
Now muffled sounds of reds and browns; some shades we've never known...
Their fruits have come, but now are gone; their seeds are left to florish...
But deaf we are to humble cries; of life sent here to norish...
All shapes and sizes pleased the sight; now withering before us...
The life which shielded life from light; reverts its life to dust...
A grip released to feed the earth; and add to life or aid in birth..
This time so overlooked by those who only reminisce...
This chance to feel lifes beauty is...The chance that we miss!
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