Nature took her paintbrush for one last giddy fling –
Knowing quite well what December winds would bring –
Leaves would blow all around, ‘till on the ground they lay
And beneath the snows of winter, they would soon decay.
This is nature’s way to recycle, ‘tis her way to show
From the beauty that has gone before, next year’s saplings
grow.
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