The dry leaves on the branches
It hangs there for the moments
The wind blowing hard on the trees
It's just a better of time it falls
Down on the ground with no dignity
Withered and forgotten easily on its last breath
Floating silently trying to tell something
The waving fall into the wind
The animals and insects watch it
They can't do a thing at all
They just blink their eyes
No tears of sadness as the leaves fall
The trekkers just walk on
They are in a hurry to get to their station
As the cloudy sky getting darker
They don't watch the leaves fall
We have our moments
When time to leave don't expect any
In years names will be forgotten
A memory just pop up for a time
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