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Little leaves falling down

floating lightly without sound



Keeping in touch with the wind in time

sheltering plants beneath the ground.



Floating slowly as the breeze picks them up

fading away with seasons divine.



Then looking up to the tree's so high

little leaves bloom from the branch



to start again with a new season now

as the flowers bloom and keep all sound



the wind  takes control and starts all over again.



Written by:©Betty Bolden



7-10-04



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