The Leaves
The leaves have been twisting
Turning as they grow
Their colour arrives in momentum
As the wind will blow
First there is one
Then two and three
Upon a glance
The leaves are the tree
Growing up in tantem
Up towards the sun
This was their destiny
What they will become
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