There was magic in the air today...
The breeze blew froma different direction today. On it came the beauty of a freed soul, the words of a forgotten lullaby, and the heat of a love affair. No one could resist, yet no one understood what it meant. Except me.
I knew where that breeze was coming from. That gentle puff of air that kisses the cheek and caresses the neck. I knew what it meant. It meant that the ending was near. And I am not afraid. It is not a bad ending. Just an ending to lead to a new beginning. I understood that our time had come and we were ready to follow that breeze.
Today, the sun shone more brightly than ever. The flowers smiled up at each passerby. The birds caroled on as if nothing were different. The trees lowered their branches to provide the shade we all wanted. And that gentle breeze touched everyone, everything. The end was coming, but no one was afraid. Nothing would go wrong, that's what the breeze sang.
We are all like leaves in the fall. We come into being in the Spring. So small and fragile, yet with such a strong purpose and will to survive and prove our worth. In the summer, we learn and show our true potential. We can finally live up to the expectations we have been given. Then the fall comes. We grow frail and weak. no longer can we serve our purpose. No longer can we help the tree of life, so the breeze come sand gently shakes us loose. And we fall a little, but the breeze holds us up, floats us along. We are safe, and then we settle to the ground so gently. And we decay, and we regaina new purpose in helping a new spaling to survive. We give it the last of our dying breath. We give it the little bit we have left, and then it's time for us to pass on. We have served all our purposes.
Now all that's left is a soft, warm darkness and light. All in one. We are both safe and secure. We leave before the Winter. We know it's time to go. We are not supposed to be around any longer.
There was magic in the air today. The beautiful end for a new beginning has come...
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