Bending in the wind
Even though it stands in silence
To the utterances of chagrin
Observance of its many leaves
Shimmering in the sun
Each leaf moves in its own way
As it has always done
Some leaves sit in silence
As though in contemplation
Others dance in the wind
For that is their salvation
No leaf is regarded
For the movement of its pose
Reaching out and touching
In the only way it knows
Seasons pass by swiftly
Giving way unto winds
To dust upon the ground
Yet no leaf has ever sinned
~Moses~
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