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Leaves By Nora Leaves. They’re colored every color. Everything but green. One slowly breaks off from A tree, its home. I close my eyes and count. 1,2,3 ding. It settles on my head. I throw it in the air And the wind makes it Soar, up, higher, higher. I turn a cartwheel, feel Leaves crinkle under my hands And I watch the colors whiz by As I fly through the air. I take in a deep breath when I fall. I smell the wet grass, freshly cut Like always, in fall. The clouds roll away and the sun Makes it hot, so I rest In the leaves. |