Ephemeral Life.
I lay there under the tree,
A leaf fell from above,
I looked up,
It was start of the autumn,
As another one was wafting down,
I picked the one which was already in my hand,
It was dry and yellow parched to end,
The one that came thereafter ,
Was about the same,
Life is ephemeral,
One day you are born,
And another you are dead.
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