By Jada Rice
They fall gracefully,
Not too far away from their dwelling.
As they are departing they leave their beloved companions behind
It's a choice that is natural.
They are left with only that choice.
Orange, brown, yellow, green or red.
Crushable, rigid, or sharp.
Every single one of leaves are the same, but yet different.
They are symbols of people.
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