A leaf had fallen, as I passed one day,
turning my head, I saw where it lay.
Apon a small twig, it rested for now.
Not touching the ground, to the leaf pile it bow.
Balanced on it's perch, clinging to a height,
outwitting it's course, it stayed there so light.
All the other leaves around, fell in due time,
but this little leaf, none of them, did it mime.
The trees were bare now with the odd little nest,
but this little leaf, was still a leaf above the rest.
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