i look upon the leaves helplessly lying still
parched on that solid ground, waiting
they wait for the cold breeze to come
and go, leave to them the taking
then they look upon the leaves above
hanging by the tree once familiar
oh so young, so green and so full of life
whilst they, wilting, drifting, fading
they thought about the good times past
they too bustled with the branches
and once chanted with the wind, even danced
to songs they are slowly forgetting
and now it seemed so long ago
like time is on a haste, fleeting
they ponder upon their chances now
when would the breeze come and do the taking?
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