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The walk, even so short
Shows many things,
I see some reddish trees,
How beautiful they are.
But as I moved
Their leaves would fall,
So I stopped and admired,
And what an enchanting
Sight it was.
The sun, starting to go down
Would give an orange tone
To everything
Except,
The falling red leaves.
They were dead and yet
So beautiful I could look at them
Forever.
But soon they would disappear
And give life to something else.
I continued the walk.
I saw a weeping willow.
I stared at it,
And wondered, for what did he cry.
Was it joy or sadness?
Maybe frustration.
I laughed at myself for wondering such things
And went on with the walk.