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brownman
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Falling Leaves
Leaves cling to the tree
On top of the world
For the world to marvel
Their beauty that is often ignored.
The leaves are attched
For support
For nourishment
For life.
Through rainy days and strong winds
The leaves still will not let go.
Season changes,
The leaves turn a new color
They know things may change
But do not want to let go.
The wind blows stronger
And shake the leaves.
They fall slowly, yet gracefully
To the ground.
Even though the leaves
Lay dead on the ground
They will soon bring joy.
It takes someone to find them.
To gather them together.
And for someone to jump into their lives
Once again.
Even though the tree
Will always have new leaves,
The old ones will always be thankful
For the life that the tree once gave them.
- Brownie
[This message has been edited by brownman (edited 12 February 2001).]
Leaves cling to the tree
On top of the world
For the world to marvel
Their beauty that is often ignored.
The leaves are attched
For support
For nourishment
For life.
Through rainy days and strong winds
The leaves still will not let go.
Season changes,
The leaves turn a new color
They know things may change
But do not want to let go.
The wind blows stronger
And shake the leaves.
They fall slowly, yet gracefully
To the ground.
Even though the leaves
Lay dead on the ground
They will soon bring joy.
It takes someone to find them.
To gather them together.
And for someone to jump into their lives
Once again.
Even though the tree
Will always have new leaves,
The old ones will always be thankful
For the life that the tree once gave them.
- Brownie
[This message has been edited by brownman (edited 12 February 2001).]
