Watch the leaves come calling
wind to rock the limbs to sway,
ever on the move to prove
the balance they display.
Grace apparent given
dance and twist in correlation,
amassing all who chirp to call
their feathered congregation.
Soon to rest no breeze to test
as lofty thoughts are falling,
through the forests of the mind
I watch as leaves come calling.
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