When life was like the flowering plants
Seen giggling in countless blossoms
Hugged by tenderly green leafs around
Many of which had fallen in the fall
Still majority of leaf remain as a décor
Their fruits are green, hanging-down
But none is ready for offer yet!
Yet time is approaching fast for them
To be matured by the winter-end
When fruits will be offered till barren
Up to the last leaf of a plant!
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