I wish you could come with me

for now I must leave

as leaves of fall have lived life once

now carried by the gust

they leave behind their origin

the roots that held their tree in place

the tree that held them up in life

gave color; flourished in the sun

until the autumn breeze had come

I leave you happy, having fun

to go become a Dharma bum

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