There’s a stark, bare tree that stands near my home
Except for one leaf that remains all alone
It once was a lush green, that turned a vibrant gold
But now it’s all brown… crinkled and old
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A beautifully-wrought metaphor. If I may presume, did you mean to use 'vibrate', or were you intending 'vibrant'?