Leaf

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The leaf falls briefly to its end,
Next morn to be swept away.

 The tree of life from which it came,
Lives on to another day.

 The plight of these is never seen,
Through the mist and the yonder gray.

 But it plays a vital role,
In the cycle of growth and decay.

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