The Leaf
A fallen leaf upon the ground, Discarded by it's mother. No longer having any use, Pushed aside for another. A simple life as it was, Spawned in early spring. Bursting forth in happiness, Shading birds as they sing. From cool nights and mornings, To scorching hot summer days. It spent it's life on a limb, Pleasing to a passing gaze. Yet it's time was quite short, Dispatched by a winter breeze. It joined it's siblings in the air, Scattered amongst the tree's. Though left to pass all alone, It's existence fading quickly. It spent it's life as a leaf, To be enjoyed by you and me.
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