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Seasonal Dance

Each falling leaf percussive to

The molecules it travels through.

Side to side it gyrates

On borrowed grooves,

Weightless effort.

Way less effort

For liberated leaves lilting along

A journey of one,

Yet somehow in concert with

Hundreds of dancers in

Hundreds of droves on

That same downward dance.

The disco never dies

Just waxes and wanes.

And the leaf takes each cycle

To perfect its dance.


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