On the ground,
Laying at my feet,
Lays a leaf,
Helpless in the street.
Where did it fall from?
Where will it go?
How did it end up here,
And how would I know?
The confetti of nature,
Is fragile and weak,
But it would cry “help me”,
If only it could speak.
Watch it tumble,
Watch it fly,
I’m more than sure,
That the wind will carry it high.
Fly away leaf,
Fly far away,
Fly far away from here,
Fly somewhere and stay.
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