Behold the beauty of a single leaf,
Turning colors in the setting sun.
Till a chill wind like a thief,
Snatches it, and it is done.
Then it graces the cooling ground,
With it's brothers by it's side.
A myriad of rainbows, or painted clowns,
The joy they bring is hard to hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I very good sentiment unto the feelings of fall, and the wonder of it all.