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Dance of the Leaves

The Autumn leaves sway
To the wind's beat,
Not missing a step.

Like two dancers
Who absorb the rhythms of
The pitter-patter of rain
And the whooshing of planes,
Who glide through the sky
Only to kiss the ground
And go back up again,
Are the chorus.

And the people, their instruments.

A marvelous sight of
The wonders of Earth,
But to the naked eye
This little miracle
remains nothing.

It only appears as two leaves
Clinging on a tree,

Awaiting their Fall.



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