The Singing Leaf
That song you heard in a leaf when you were a child, still sings today
When I was young every leaf had a name every wind had a purpose
then I grew old and I forgot how to listen with my heart ;
I walked away from innocence and ran towards the scheme of things
trading in my purity for impaired thoughts and acts;
But then my hair turned gray and my hands began to slow
even my legs were not as quick as they once used to be;
So I walked through the garden searching out
the same leaf and found out she still sang the hymn
of morning, yes she still sang with youthful grace;
Cool caressed by aging years I suddenly realized,
it wasn't the leaf that changed its tune, it was me.
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