Autumn is the only time that it is acceptable to like change.
The leaves turn from a dull green to vibrant oranges and reds-
They plummet to their death because they need to - they have to.
Everything in this world is susceptible to change.
I am not who I was a year ago, a month ago, a week ago, a day ago, a minute ago, a second ago.
I am and will forever be redefining who I am.
Some days I am a teacher, a student, a mother, a brother, a leaf, a cat, life, and death themselves.
I am the end of all ends-
The beginning of all beginnings.
There is no force earthly or celestial that will limit me.
I am the leaf that plummets to their death-
Without fear and without regret.