There it lies, crimson and brown
on a bed of stones, dirt and worms.
Oh! What a joy it was, to see it sprout
heralding life and hope it brought.
Came summer, rain, winter and hails
steadfast it held, against breeze, wind and gales.
Gave food, shelter and the breath of life
without judgement, grief or strife.
Lived its destiny, no matter how brief
the fallen leaf.
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