Tiny secret above the mighty air
Ever happy caressed with gentle love
I played with the wind mighty as none could
A dash of light green that was my colour
Moving not when the seasons seem to change
Praised for my strength and loved for my beauty
I showed the might of a warrior rich
Now showed a serious little yellow
The winds flew and the seasons changed around
The rains wet me and summers made me dry
I was brown deep still keenly respected
Now stooped down to the earth that will hold me
A strong wind now pulled me down towards it
These dried leaves, what a nuisance, said a voice!
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