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Leaves Forgotten

Leaves forgotten, adrift on the ground,
Amidst the autumn’s whispering sound.
Once proud and green, they’ve now turned brown,
Their life cycle has come tumbling down.

The trees they shed, a cloak of gold,
Their branches, bare and stiff and cold.
Nature’s canvas, a painted scene,
Autumn’s beauty, a sight serene.

The air, it’s crisp, and smells of fall,
As nature sheds, a final call.
The leaves they rustle, dance, and sway,
A final tribute, before they fade away.
The sun, it sets, upon the trees,
As autumn’s breeze starts to freeze.
Leaves forgotten, scattered, and worn,
Their final journey, now reborn.