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One Leaf

Wind takes the first leaf from a tree and it lets it fall. Leaves that lie out on ground and the tree cares not at all for the loss of two or three the branch sounds no alarm plentiful are the leaves their loss brings it no harm. When the winter’s chill is gone the stems will bud again? Leafs will grow eternally trees never see their end. I have wondered woods of green through underbrush and leaves and littered every where it seems are trunks of old dead trees.

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