These dry
Leaves do not die.
They become one with the earth.
A derth
Of green
Is seen,
Then a rebirth,
The old, in the new
Takes root
And does heavenwards shute.
The past, present and future one may see
In the mighty tree,
While you and me
Pass by
With a sigh
As we ponder on our mortality.
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K Morris - Poet 
Death is such an amazing transformation…you could try for years to figure it out and yet be perplexed at its complexity! I enjoyed reading the post. Have a wonderful 2017. Cheers
Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I’m pleased you enjoyed reading my poem. You also, have a good 2017, Kevin
Reminds me of a class I took in college. The myths of death and rebirth. It touches on dying/the afterlife/etc. I loved the class. Nice poem.
Thank you for your comment. I am delighted you loved my poem. The class must have been a fascination one and I am sure I would have enjoyed attending it. Best, Kevin
I meant fascinating!