Life is like
A curious thing is a leaf on a tree,
It dances and spins yerning to be free,
Free of responsibility and strife,
Yet in freedom would it not loose its life.
It is true that it will not survive,
But to dance in the wind is to be alive.
After it soars and glides it will fall,
But it would rather die now than in the fall.
Carried by the wind's shreiking screams,
how many leaves live their dreams?
It dances and spins yerning to be free,
Free of responsibility and strife,
Yet in freedom would it not loose its life.
It is true that it will not survive,
But to dance in the wind is to be alive.
After it soars and glides it will fall,
But it would rather die now than in the fall.
Carried by the wind's shreiking screams,
how many leaves live their dreams?
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