Leaving
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I watch my comrades one by one,
Leaves leaving the limbs we have known.
Our season's over and done.
I take this last trip of my own,
Joining below my comrades all,
No longer young green but old brown.
I feel the air pass as I fall,
Feel mixed emotions going down.
All in all a good life I've had
In time and place upon this tree.
So leaving leaves this leaf some sad,
But I know this is meant to be.
My destiny I leave to claim,
Back to my roots from whence I came.
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