lying on my floor
I sit here staring
And wonder, shall I get my vacuum
But a question
My mind presumes to ask
Could this be good fortune
A simple riddle to unmask
From sower to tree
A full life it seems
This leaf I see
May just have chosen me
Ludicrous! You say
How can this be
But silently I think
It just might be
Years have come and gone
And its branch did grow
And as time passed
The end drew near
Find a final resting place
The leaf must have thought
A humble heart, a warm abode
A simple place to rot
Some young man
Who would sit and wonder
Why I have come
To disrupt his day
Or maybe an older traveler
He’ll know too much about me…
I wonder
Does this leaf see
How much I wonder
Yet still as I ponder
There is a leaf
Lying on my floor
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