Fallen Leaves

Who grieves
For fallen leaves?
I do,
My heart believes.

When I view
Leaves covered with dew
Falling one by one,
I feel blue.

They had their fun
Under the Sun;
Now at fate they stare—
The leaves are done.

Trees are becoming bare,
With songbirds nowhere;
Winter is in the air,
And for that, I don't care.
 

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