You see leaves do not live in the way of a man.
They neither sow, nor toil, nor gather, nor plan.
They are born in the spring as a suit for the tree.
Growing and growing with each passing day.
But the leaves know that all too soon it will come.
When brown, orange and red will sneak up like a thief.
When the wind will fly by to pluck from the stem,
The proudest of leaves, the tree's only gem.
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And though the leaf falls to join those on the ground,
It smiles to itself knowing time goes around.
Because winter, although it brings snowflakes and frost.
Cannot hide the things which never were lost.