Ode to the death of my primary energy source (an edited free verse poem)

mmmMMMmm!
Dead, dying leaves
Trampled by a thousand feet
Smells so good

Leaves, oh leaves
Teach me how to die?
To glorify the Creator?
Teach me to go gladly.

Gladly to serve the One
Who gave you as photosynthetic, carbon-fixating wonders of an energy source
Even, as you lay mouldering
On your concrete grave
You shine
Displaying His glory
So gladly

Gladly will I
Follow steps
Behind countless martyrs
Like dying leaves
Like tongues of flame together make fire unstoppable
Beautiful in death
Glorifying the One

Death.
So painful.
So beautiful.