New Life
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Yellow leaves fell
Leaving the old boughs
Tired of clinging
But afraid of letting go
Unresisting to the shift
From warmth to cold
They had no choice
But to swing to Nature's whims.
In their place, new leaves grew
From the soft touch of spring
And gave the tree a new life
And one day man came
And slashed the tree to the ground
Not caring a bit
That new leaves meant new life
For the poor old tree.
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