The leaves are raked into the beds laid out
as Fall descends, coming in on the Northern wind.
As Summer's green life comes to its yearly end
and the thoughts of Spring are mingled in his head.
With muddy boots, the rotting mulch gets wed
with moist dirt underneath that mixes and mends
the lack of life where the trees' roots stretch, bend
and twist, seeking to feed off the remnants of the dead.
When Spring arrives freshly and the mixing is done,
the time for planting brings him his new work.
This garden will bring his table the fruits of these
new growths, as Mother Nature thrives to feed her son
with his Summer's fodder from the well-fed dirt.
He earned it, and didn't, this graceful feast.
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