The green leaf that reaches the suns delight,
The floating leaf that is grand that falls light,
Steady as she goes, through wisps of days,
In clouds that pass in all days that are greys,
Swaying through air curents of the earths might,
Under silver moons through wisps of the night,
Leaving home; Great mother tree
Letting go,
The soft, aged wrinkled hold of a trees glow,
The great tree that stands and smiles within,
Yet wisdom we do not understand in,
Nourishes the earth and the soft free leafers,
Corals of lands vast, spirit leaf reefers,
Once joined to fabric labyrinthine branches,
With my fellow leaves of grand green ranches
Colors that are natural and loved with grace,
Yet we try to test calm harmonies lace;
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Falling to earth from heavens,
floating moons,
Scents of the earth are like old deep sea tunes,
Compassion circles the leaf and its soul,
The dark peat, the earths dust...