Drinking Fountain
West Hartsville Elementary School
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Decomposition
The leaves change colour,
darken, and become brittle,
as death comes slowly.
But still they do not fall,
clinging lifeless to a source
no longer in need of their magic
of photons, water and sweetness.
It’s all they have to offer.
Until a pagan whirling gust
tears them from their nature.
Turmoil death confusion chaos
Pain. Decay. Disintegration.
The hydrocarbons that remain
have no need of the tree. That’s good.
A leaf isn’t always just a leaf.
There is power in breaking down.
10.17.98
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