Like the fresh green leaves
Sprouting out of the tree in the dawn of life
Young and tender they lift their heads
Knowing not what to do
Curiously enough they grow
Constantly dancing to the tunes of the wind
Not knowing, not aware
But still dancing
And in those long hot days
When the winds seem to have been banished
The leaf lies still
Waiting for the enchanting winds
Lifelessly hanging on
As it slowly ages
Telling itself that it is indeed alive
And that the winds, they would come
To vanquish the wrath of the sun
Off the face of the earth
Only the warmth would remain
The rains, they would come
To quench their thirst and to breed new life
Then at last all its prayers come to being
The winds blew warmly
The rains flew down gently
The leaf did dance till evermore
In its prime, the leaf slowly faced the truth
Its time had indeed come and it frowned
Withered away into the grounds
It fell from the tree
Like so many of its kind
But the tree did remain
Not wavered by the winds
Unfazed by the heat
Unrelenting to the storm
Its deep roots sunk in
The tree is the giver of the life
The tree is the life
The tree only remains
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