Leaves of green, dancing in the breeze,
Each one a canvas of emerald hue,
Painted by nature, each stroke true.
They flutter and twirl with playful delight,
Catching the sun's golden light.
A symphony in motion, a rustling sound,
As they carpet the earth, scattered around.
In summer's warmth, they provide shade,
A canopy where dreams are made.
Come autumn's kiss, they turn to gold,
They sigh and murmur in the wind's gentle call,
A chorus of whispers, one and all.
Leaves of tree, in their silent grace,
Echoing time in this tranquil place.
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