Grown on a tree,
the leaf does sway.
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A current of wind comes,
and pulls it away.
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It swirls from the tree.
Dances in the air.
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Spins on the gust,
high, light, and fair.
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It passes a bird,
topples over a tree.
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Surveys a hill,
far down to see.
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Then the wind continues on,
drops the leaf from its hold.
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Down it goes, fluttered,
spinned, and rolled.
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A final breath of wind catches it,
and safely sets it down.
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It rests in the tall grass,
now earthbound.
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Nice poem!
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Thanks, man!
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Wonderful poem!!!
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Thank you!! 🙂
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Great poem!
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Thanks so much!
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Your totally welcome!
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So pretty! 🙂
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Thank you! 😀
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