A golden lane
To walk within
A blue sky
The arching trees
Beckon me
To come and
Be one
To swim in
Their grandeur
And flow with the wind
Spinning and twisting
And falling to rest
Such beauty in death
You've given your all
Your whole self
Lies golden and brown
Fallen to the ground
Brilliant with teardrops
Reflecting the light
You were beautiful
In plenty, fluttering en masse
You are ravishing in death
Holding me captive
At your courage
And poise
And humility to become
One with the others
Taking your place
Under the wide open canopy
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