Earthwards this leafy course
From its high bough that dives
I'll grant you runs parallel
With the bulk of our lives.
Chance, however, I see
As no unseeing wind.
With rough handlings, or with
Smooth rockings underpinned
Their's variables in it;
At calculated times.
By definition fates! A mere
Autumnal leaf mimes!
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