Blowing in the air
The leaf fell on the ground
Not recognised by anyone
As it made no sound.
When attached with the tree
The leaf performed it’s duty
Now separated by some force
But had its own beauty.
Being on the ground
The leaf was silent
Then came the wind
And it went without being violent.
At last it reached
The river nearby
And flowed with the water
But had no cry.
It’s journey ended when
It reached the banks tree
Got buried in it’s root
And was then free.
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