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It lost its struggle to remain
A leaf upon a tree,
And though it clung tenaciously
It now has fallen free.

When spring began it wasn’t there,
Unfettered was the tree
By leaves of any sort or size
And sunshine rained on me.

But summer brought a jubilee
Of leaves that grew to green;
And rays of light that once poured in
Would elsewhere then convene.

As fall begins to settle in
The leaves begin to brown,
And shade cast by their canopy 
Is lost when they fall down.

Yesterday the leaf clung firm
Though green to brown it turned,
But now beneath the oaken branch
Upon the ground lies spurned.

Its purpose served, it now returns
To feed and fuel the earth
From which it sprung, it now fulfills
The calling of its birth. 
Published inPoetry

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