THE LITTLE LEAF
Happy is the little leaf,
Who for one life span
Hangs upon the branch
With only the breeze
As separation from its mate,
To watch the seasons pass.
Till on their dying day,
Drift away with the wind
Into a world of their own.
Who for one life span
Hangs upon the branch
With only the breeze
As separation from its mate,
To watch the seasons pass.
Till on their dying day,
Drift away with the wind
Into a world of their own.
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