If they could talk, these humble
Leaves would have acres to say
Of their brief
Yet colorful sojourn on Earth,
Whereas we who have the power
Of high-sounding speech, utter
Utter asininities day-after-day,
Pretending what we mumble,
More often than not, takes this
Too, too precious pedestrian
Breath of ours away.
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