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点击复制They drop without a trumpet
no promise no parade;
yet under earth’s soft pillow
their golden plans are laid
Rain hums their resurrection
the worms translate their vows;
from loss is born renewal
from stillness sprout the boughs
We walk above not knowing
what miracles convene;
below the roots are writing
their symphony unseen
So may we fall as gently
so may we rest as true—
for every end of autumn
prepares a birth for you