The trees
stand tall
Often
dancing kingly
To the tunes
of the wind
Taking
census of its leaves
The leaves
hang open
Waving as
they are counted
Embracing
the morning dew
Only to
barter it
For the
smile of the sun
The sun
emerges bright
Trading its
smile for dew
Whiles
treading the surface of the leaves
Wounding
some driving a hard bargain
Leaving them
carpeted on the earth
The earth
lays bare
Accommodating
wounded leaves
Cheated
helplessly by the sun
At natures
market everyday
Resting them
in perfect peace
As they
depart of this world
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