a life well spent?

they are yellow, orange and red
then die brown, cut loose and fall
they’re left grounded on their bed
these now dead leaves, are so small
their vestige, now part of the spread
the whole of all beings, somberly die
there’s no petty, now that your dead
thus all flesh or flora, must soon lie
thou soul of life, is what lies ahead
this your life, should be well lived

By Jim McDonald