I stand tall, naked
limbs extended to the sun
proudly, I reach for the sky
fragmented clouds encircle
rooted, I sway to a breeze
a gentle dance with autumn
Thinly, I shiver
as below me they gather
the pool of leaves
that have forsaken me.
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