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Leaves keep falling one by one

They keep on falling till their job is done

A tree once covered in colors of gold

Is now stark and barren and looking quite old.

 

How majestic was this tree in the spring

Its foliage was green and the birds would sing

It reached for the sun as it grew each day

And the neighborhood children on its branches would play

 

Soon there would be birds building their nests

Cleverly disguising themselves and at rest

In-between the leaves now lush and so strong

That even the wind and the rain did not belong

 

Now it is summer and the sun is up high

The birds have all left their nest for the sky

The tree that supported them is left all alone

No more will they call this mighty oak home

 

As fall approaches leaves again fall

With each gush of wind the leaves get more thin

And as the leaves disappear to the trees disdain

It stands now naked and ashamed

 

There must be good in this story you know

Everything has a cycle around which it must go

Life never ends but disguises itself

So, the next time you see the tree it may be an elf.