Papaya painted leaves display the emergence of a renewed cycle.
Their tender skin not yet a burning sandstone.
But as the cold grows stronger, they succumb to the aridity
Their brittle bodies deteriorate into charred clay.
Then those crisp, fragile sculptures soar with a gale.
They do not depart with reluctance, as this process is accepted.
The essential part of nature when brood springs anew.
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