I feel you calling, in the autumn sweet transformation. 
I have reached my brightest green to the gold burning sun. 
I have folded my colours into the wind,
bright colours taken to the sky. 
My silk has gone to moisture in the rising atmosphere 
and I am your colours again, deep and warm. 
I hear your calling and I answer, 
I come back to you, to slip inside the dark. 
Will I be found by the decaying things? 
Will I be found by the roots and drunk by tree and flower? 
Will I slip and mingle and roll along, 
find my way to a river and with it dance, 
and give myself in a sigh to the ocean? 
Will I scatter, a few fragments of sand – 
my body to glisten beneath a caress of moonlight 
as I make my way towards no more 
as I find my way to forever 

― Tamara Rendell

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