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Life's canvas, painted rich and wise



Upon a once-green bough, I clung,
A leaf so youthful, I was among.
Bathed in sunlight's golden gleam,
In spring's embrace, a vibrant dream.

Through summer's warmth, I danced and swayed,
With life's sweet symphony, I played.
A tapestry of green arrayed,
In nature's song, my soul conveyed.

But as the days turned into years,
The hues of time replaced my cheers.
Auburn, amber, crimson grace,
In autumn's arms, I found my place.

A gentle breeze, a whispered call,
The final chapter of my fall.
With grace and peace, I let go,
Aging's embrace, I came to know.


 

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