Freed from the branch, it takes a chance.
Yet, tethered to roots, it finds its grace,
In flight, it discovers its unique place.
A leaf, a whisper in nature’s grand song,
Rooted in earth, where it belongs.
As wind breathes life into its fleeting flight,
The dance of existence, a wondrous sight.
In this cycle, where life meets its end,
Wind whispers secrets, around it bend.
Roots, wings, and breath in harmonious blend,
Keeping the world’s rhythm, without end.
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