A single leaf, falling of a tree
Dancing in the wind, falling fast and free
Showing the colors of autumn fall
Covering all trees, short, fat and tall
All dried up and ready to land
On surfaces like grass, dirt or sand
Then the wind blows it, to a different place
Where it begins all over, Its descending grace.
C.Vergara
10.26.2006
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