Bouncing off the fading leaves,
Washing through the air's embrace,
Yet fighting all for how it believes,
The leaf slowly falling,
Wading back and forth,
The word pounding off it's chest,
Yet it stayed heading North,
The air breezing by the lonely leaf,
Running from the baited word,
The leaf stopping for a visit,
Yet all had left and gone forward,
The tree stood there magnificently,
Holding all of it's arms up high,
It's love seeping out fluidly,
And it's praise held firmly up in the sky.
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