The wind whispers through the trees
Such a gentle breeze
On a quiet summer’s day.

I hear the leaves
Singing their song of happiness
As they dance together,

And yet, who’s to say
That leaves are untroubled,
Have no worries,
That they don’t spend every day
Worrying if they will survive the next,
Whether rain or sunshine will come,
Whether the wind will blow too strong
And send them falling to the ground,

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