The wind blowing hard
The sky turns dark and dim
The thunder claps its hands
Rolling sound like drumbeats
On the ground shaking it
The window panes rattle along
The wind whoring sound
Seal it with a thunder
Across the windows
The wind shaking the bamboo trees
Rustling the leaves hard and light
Slowly one lonely leaf falls
Once with the branches of leaves
With the back stabbing and buying allegiance
The strong leaf finally floating in the air
Waving its pitiful green leaf to the grass
One leaf falls
It will shake up
The quiet bamboo tree
As the wind keeps on blowing
The whirring echo in the air
The thunder rolling into high gears
The droplets of rain finally fall
The lonely leaf breathes its last supper
The greater good it wishes
One sacrifices for the whole
The good will triumph over evil
Something new in the horizon
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