Little leaves falling down
floating lightly without sound
Keeping in touch with the wind in time
sheltering plants beneath the ground.
Floating slowly as the breeze picks them up
fading away with seasons divine.
Then looking up to the trees so high
little leaves bloom from the branch
to start again with a new season now
as the flowers bloom and keep all sound
the wind takes control and starts all over again.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
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