Many dry leaves fall seen under the tree...
The new leaves peek out, how soft their heads are free!
Life of a tree depend on food made from those fallen blades...
Tender leaves grow on the sap of the tree, close to death shades!
Leaves from the tree, not tree from the leaves! who knows?
Green leaflets are dependent! If only the contribution of the plant could be understood by those!
The tree is silent, does never neglect the fallen leaves...
Behind the Photosynthesis the sun, who achieves ?
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