A rainbow of leaves to colour the truth
that nature's wrath must darken one's youth
The leaves doth whistle while winds blow near
embrace its echo, embark mid fear
They fall to ground but fail to land
as safe and snug, as in God's hand
The snow shall blanket their gentle soul
till winter's end, whence time doth roll
The buds burst forth, in motion they still
our naked eye, yet cause what thrill
Now born again, they flutter so
a forest of leaves to ever grow
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