Leaves lying jealously upon the ground,
looking up to heaven's stars where they
once thought they were hung to adorn
earth with beautiful colors.
Now, looking and watching above,
knowledge has filled their minds with
things they never did accomplish and
wonders they never would be able to
fulfill or contain.
Not so unlike we humans, scavenging
earth for our places.
Dying, knowing we have yet, much to
learn as we disappear into tunnels of
light through death.
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