Dead neem leaves
Lie like crescents
On my path
Gusts of wind
Bring down a shower
Of more as I pass
I know this yellow rain
Intent on stripping
The trees bare
Won't last long
The green leaves
Will spring back
And the blossoms will be ready
In time for the new year soup
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I know of the Neem tree. I have two growing in my home in Texas. thank you for sharing.