The trees are so excited,
Blowing the leaves in a waltz,
They look like they are dying by falling,
But it is a beginning to their new journey!

They are bound to the tree,
A new tranquility to ease the minds,
Even if they suddenly change their way,
To a far away land, they take a nap by the singing lake!

Falling does not mean failing,
It paves way to a new adventure,
To explore during their fluttering youth,
A stroll to mingle with foe and friends!

The sky is so wide,
That it stares at the falling leaves,
In jealous and bewilderment from afar,
Unable to join with the waltzing wings!

There she goes in her own way,
Separating from her honest friend,
Who had spent his life guarding her,
To set her off on a new journey!

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