We don't know what the road ahead will hold,
beyond the promise of light and shadow;
only that the leaves, so golden now, will soon be falling,
nurturing the ground below to feed new growth next spring.
And so we keep on walking, breathing in the scents of autumn,
hoping for the strength to face whatever waits beyond the bend.
hoping for the strength to face whatever waits beyond the bend.
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