A torn, tender leaf
In a majestic tree,
I shield myself.
I fear winds!
My glossy green
Has an autumnal layer.
I try to stay still;
But,
Once in a while,
Those dew drops
Skitter over me,
Kiss me,
Glisten me.
And as I am touched,
I flutter,
I dance,
I go glorious!
Then follows fall,
And I, in my throes and ache,
Turn ravishing red,
Charming orange.
Though the tree...
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