i'm picking fallen leaves
trying to read life lines
when they were flaunting
teasing rays of morning
collecting nutrients from rain
deflecting heat and wind
self supporting tree, amaze me
dropp her leaves for winter cold
grow it back on spring for rain
birds sanctuary on summer days
and you're there with me listening
for whole four seasons, you're me
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