The leaf that dropped into the pond
Left ripples as it fell.As if, though it was near the end,
It still had tales to tell.
Perhaps they were of peaceful days
Rustling in a soft breeze
Rejoicing in the summer sun
That warmed the nearby trees.
Or maybe they were tails of joy
That could only be found
Dancing upon the autumn winds
Whirling down to the ground.
Its peaceful drop was touched with grace
And my heart heard it call,
“Do not mourn me. See how I dance,
Rejoicing as I fall?”
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