Autumn – an ending for the beginning

Some leaves have to die,

So that new ones could grow.

Some endings are beautiful,

When scented winds blow.

Some happiness need to fade,

So serenity could flow.

As the old ones exhaust–

They drift so new ones could rise.

Not the ended they are,

The leaves of love and sacrifice.

An ending and the beginning

Both in disguise.

–𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘢