Falling Leaves
As the Sun of new Rains
begins to rise
To help earth bury yesters
under its guise
Rustling leaves fly
Down the trees
Singing merrily
With the breeze
Knowing,
its the last journey
Still they come
Swaying with pride
Thinking not of the end
But a new life
Proud to
be burried and
transformed into dust
To nurture
a fresh spring
from earthen crust
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