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I Should Live My Life Like The Leaves (No Fear) (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

End of summer
Watching clouds explode in the sky
Vapor
The light no longer white hot
But golden as I bask in it
I feel the glistening sweat run off of my body
And like the unrealized dreams of summer
Evaporating before they touch the ground
I realize in this moment that I'm content
That life is a masterpiece
That nothing, even the searing heat of summer is indestructible
Everything is forced to change
Shapes shift
Seasons change
We give way to what's next
There's order to the chaos
There is a beauty to time
A comfort in knowing it will not cease for anyone
We are all given a fixed number of moments to live
I close my eyes
I feel a dry, warm breeze graze my skin
The humidity has retreated today
Fall beckons
the green foliage will transition to browns and reds and oranges
And I should live my life like the leaves (no fear)
Let myself be carried by the wind
To change
It's exciting knowing that nights will soon be cooler
Crisp
The smells of autumn
The crunching of leaves beneath my feet
And by the time we grow tired of the cold
Summer will triumphantly return
Ripe with opportunities to create memories under its blazing sun
I close my eyes in thanks
I feel the seasons inside of myself
I am open to change
I am changing
the earth and i have more in common than i thought
on the surface we are forced to change
but underneath we remain calm
wisely i am embracing this newfound state of mind

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