When leaves fall, pick one up to mark a page,
As the page turn to pages, then into a handcrafted book,
The leaf will tell you its aging, and if you have captured your words with its aging,
A reminder it becomes, to mark your efforts in paging.
The story of a leaf is just as a newborn,
In the beginning,
Tiny in form, until it overshadows its tree,
Then it falls, to fill the Earth with its beautiful clutter,
Nourishing the soil, earmarking the land for more of its joys.
When a leaf falls, even the seasons change with its fall,
Nature is its witness, for the leaf has left its branches leafless,
To end its fleeting cycle of life,
And, provide the earth with its nurturing.
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