Ingenious as a pocket
Happy as a banjo I try
To follow one leaf rocketing falling
Thrown up against the sky
With nothing to regret
It was just this one being
Among so many similar beings
Released from the cocoon of the tree
(how could hard wood unfold
Such fleshy wings)
Still every fall I have to turn
My tree around to the sun
So the side that died
Over summer can leaf again
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