A layer of leaves
Brown and dry
Lay on the road
Without a whisper.
They wait and wait
For wheels to run
Wheels to swish
Wheels to crush.
Some turn into
Powder so fine
Rise way high
Vanish into dust.
Some're intact
A random chance
Blowing wind
Carries 'em far.
From earth they came
Into earth they go
The cycle of life
Well fulfilled.
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Cycle of life well fulfilled