Even death can wear beauty. This poem reflects on the natural cycle of life and decay, where autumn's vibrant hues embody the transient grace of existence. With every leaf that falls, there is a quiet reminder of endings that carry their own splendor.

In "Buried in My Soils, Once Again," the land itself becomes the narrator, reflecting on its eternal role as both the giver of life and the keeper of death. Through poetic imagery, this piece captures the tragic cycle of love, greed and mortality, as humanity's stories are written in the soil and ultimately returned to it. A profound meditation on legacy, loss and the enduring power of nature.