Where does the leaf go when it falls
On babbling brook or stream?
Spinning, gliding with the wind,
Impatient to go, it seems.
Time goes by,
It's water's shared,
By more than one or two.
Painted colors of red and gold,
Each one a different hue.
They dance along the surface
To a beat I do not know,
Surrendering to the current
Oh where is it they go?
By Rachel Mellas
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