Loss Is Part Of Living

The woods are brown with fire or frost, but oh, don't count the cost, for loss is part of living and what is gain but giving?

Let it go. The risk of fire today is low. The chance of rain is high, the clouds are heavy in the sky. The maples turn to rust and brown and now the leaves come tumbling down, for loss is part of living. And now the rain comes pouring down, for loss is part of living.

Grief is child of love and hope gives birth to sorrow. Today fathers tomorrow. Apples ripen in November, glowing bright as embers, last trace of red to disappear at fading of the year. For loss is part of living.