When Leaves Cry

When Leaves Cry
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For a season or two they brightly glow with color, glorious, rustling soft in the wind, offering shade and soothing sound even in furious winds. Hiding small birds trilling away, clinging to branches, feeding their young… alive with insects and earthy smells handing on tight to strong branches. Then in the end they weep with out their color and fall to the earth like the tears of a lost lover. In death they are burned or swept by the wind, replaced in spring and again it begins all over.