Beneath the eternal rays
of the September sun,
grasses yellow in the wind
offering themselves
to their seed.
Above the ancient earth,
rooted in the soil,
trees bow with the weight
of their fruit,
and begin to cast away
their leaves.
Among the living,
flower petals wither away
to send their seed
into the world.
Grasses, flowers, herbs,
shrubs, and trees
sacrifice, giving themselves,
and their fruit and seed
to feed every creature,
and still they survive.
I wonder what I give.
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