Those leaves, as they whiten in the breeze,
through ever loftier, higher trees,
they sing aloud for all to hear,
that more they are, oh so dear.
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this poem flows really well. you have an awesome writing style. :)
It falls to the ground, oh so slow, as it wanders around, where will it go? Your love of nature flows in the rhythm of your poetry.I am carried away with its tune.Wonderful and ravishing.