Leaves Leave

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Whirling leaves,
Bound around freely,
As they go, thick as thieves,
You should see them, really!

They can be whatever they want,
Go wherever they please,
The leaves float to her, looking gaunt,
She hears nature, the ringing of bees,

Moving the leaves out of her way,
Crackling, crunching, they fold,
Viewing their beauty, she chooses one to stay,
Picking one up, the colours are bold,

The leave jumps away it wants to be released,
To do whatever it wants and go wherever it pleases.

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