Green I was not long ago
Dancing in the breeze.
Surrounded then by all my friends, decorating trees.
We were all together then,
Harbor in birds and squirrels.
Blue Skies, spring rains described our world.
But then the seasons changed.
The sky grew dim, the clouds grew dark. Blue skies turned to gray.
One by one my fellow leaves detached and blew away.
Although the skies grow black and drear,
I am hanging in.
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