Some are larger, fully formed,
With fingers plain to see,While others aren't yet fully grown,
But still wave joyfully.
Some are still young, in rich green shades,
While some are aged, clearly,
But each reflects its maker’s love,
Perfect as it should be.
And when, with time, each leaf will fall,
Drifting to earth, softly,
They all will lie, together still,
Beneath the family tree.
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