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Lonely Leaf
As fall draws nearer,
Spring is crawling towards its end,
The leaf begins to prepare itself,
So it can fall from the tree,
The wind begins to blow,
The weather gets cooler,
And that leaf is the first one to fall,
The first one to go down,
It wanted to be the last remaining leaf on the tree,
But it was the first to let go,
The little leaf was stepped on,
Crushed up into crumbs,
The first leaf to die,
Because it just couldn't hold on.
hey thanks for the read, reminds me of my last year... well it more "doesnt" remind me. ahwell, long story.. thanks lynee - whata lovely name :D