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A whimsical poem about the life of a leaf. |
| While I sit up high on lofty branches, I watch the world go by. I do not envy life in the trenches, Far from the reaches of the sky. No, I would climb to e’en grander heights And be atop the world, For e’en if cold mountaintop be my plight Yet higher still would be my goal. High above your heads, O you passersby, I gather with my kin. You seek out our shade and we wonder why You'd hide from warm sunlight therein. O, to bask in sunlight’s awesome glory! It is our lifelong quest, For without this work our kind host’s story Would be cut short, eternal rest. And so I live for one short season And watch the world go round ‘Til I, at last, withered beyond reason, Alone fall gently to the ground. |