Leaves are falling,
falling all around.
Each one becoming many
on the cool, moist ground.
Sunlight is scattered
between the leafy boughs.
Shafts of light
where shadows
did abound.
A leafy carpet
beneath the
mother tree
beckons barefoot
warriors,
'Come play in me.'
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