By Trina Otero

Like the colors of the leaves that turn at the will of the season,
I too, must change,
To float out and then to the bottom, so that my spirit can rest
awhile,
Before budding into a blossom, springing forth rejuvenated life,
Opening my heart to the Sol, so that I can eat and be
full of wisdom.
Never do I look the same, my form changes and fades,
before my rebirth.

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