“Treetops high up in the cloud, / Tufts of yellow, green and brown,”
Treetops high up in the cloud,
Tufts of yellow, green and brown,
Dancing to the song of the wind,
Shaking, swaying, twirling around.
Gazing up, I see a single leaf,
Tipping, dipping, then double flipping,
As it joins the others on the ground.
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