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My legacy — What will it be? Flowers in spring, The cuckoo in summer, And the crimson maples Of autumn.
Note
This poem redefines legacy not as achievement but as appreciation of natural beauty. It leans toward an internal standard—suggesting that a life well-lived is measured by presence with simple, seasonal joys rather than monuments or accomplishments. The question form invites reflection rather than declaring certainty. This wisdom encourages finding meaning in ephemeral beauty rather than lasting impact.