On
the mountain
The
wind catching leaves
Whispering
its loving moments
Before
some leaves fall to the ground
The
waving leaves float in the air
The
leaves dance with the beat of the wind
The
enjoyment of the last breath of fresh air
Before
it finally falls on the soft grass
The
ants will run to it
Thinking
there is food from the sky
The
footprints will be there
It's
life back to Earth where it came
The
wind carry its whirring
Penetrating
deep in the forest
Whispering
its loving moments
Finally
it makes its marks
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