A lone leaf perched atop the highest bough,
Contemplates corpses strewn across the yard
Of the green of youth remembered no more
Now discolored and stiff, the fate of all,
Gathered together by the gusts of October
To be laid to rest under a heavy white duvet.
Shivering stiffly in dwindling dusk,
Remembering rain and sunshine and spring,
With eyes lifted high, releasing its grasp,
The leaf surrenders to the sighing breeze,
Tenderly cradled in gentle descent
Quietly accompanying the assembly of the dead.
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