by Cadence Beret
It’s time for me
To leave the tree
I’ve clung to comfortably
And as I fall
I swirl and twirl
And slide and glide
To land on dewy greens
Then suddenly
I’m pushed and swooshed
Into the air
To float and turn again
Until I fall
Amongst a bunch
Of maple leaves
Just like me

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