The wheel of life
Kept dancing in breeze
When the leaf left tree.
It crashed on some rock,
Feeling pain, cried hard,
Complained with a sigh
"This is the end of life! "
Some robins, after days,
Beaked it till turned over.
The long dead leaf, brown,
Had sheltered few worms.
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