I heard the red leaves yelling,
To orange leaves a tune of the season,
Calling to green leaves to sing along,
For time was not on their side,
Soon they would all join the only song,
That falls to a soft falsetto,
That buries them in the ground.
The leaves listened to the wind,
And danced all night while they could
For the tree was ready to do the twist,
That threw them in the arms of the future.
Where their songs would no longer be hits.
Time overtakes the soft sighs,
With the rumbling of thunder and rain.
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