Amber falls from the sky like liquid gold drowning paths untaken, drowning paths unseen

Gently Amber glides the season before death, moving with no hurry,  no sense of time already departed

Amber floats down stream, silent, nothing to hush, nowhere to rush off to

Amber beckons, reach out, reach in

Amber calls, breathe in her one last breath, then Ambers gone, and the world lies dormant once again until the Emerald is born.

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