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Hope of Nature
The leaf drops off into the earth
And every withering flower
With some in the cold of winter
Some after a summer shower
All flourished once alike will fall
Into the earth that nourished them all
Should we be any less content?
Knowing when our life is spent
That all that lives all must die
This wherein nature’s secrets lie
Hopefully at a trumpet sound
Will awake the dead underground
Beryl McMullen
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