Dried leaves from trees
Flying in the air
Like nothing and null
The young plant grew up with flutter
Dry leaves called
Please take me
Do my roots
Let me also make a tree,
I am full of green
Seeing the dry branch
The logger said that you will burn now
I will leave that quote,
I am also the owner of nature
Will become a squirrel house
Family of fruits
Seeing is in every form of communication
Just the dialogue of soul
No nervousness
No restless
Everything is fine.
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