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A feeling I got while standing "Among The Poplars"

Among The Poplars

The sun was warm upon my face
atop this wooded hill,
daylight's on a downhill slide
to autumn's nightly chill.

But for now the warmth is here,
I can't force myself to go
for I among the poplars can
hear them as they grow.

I can feel the restless leaves
falling softly from the tree,
released from all that's living
in perfect harmony.

Seeds are dropping to the earth
beneath the poplar stand
to a place they once had known,
and the warmth of fertile land.

Then beneath the winter snows
in the soil they will be,
another miracle of nature,
the birth of a new tree.

The answer is in front of me,
it's one I can't ignore
for life's circle is not broken,
it's been this way before.

The trail's not hard to follow
from leaf, to earth, to tree
as I stand among the poplars;
in the scheme of things to be.

My wolves sig
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