As the autumn arrives,
Hue of the foliage changes
Each leaf starts to tremble,
against the war that wind wages
Immersed in this transition,
admire they do,
but seldom would people agree,
that beauty lies in the weakness too.
The leaves separate from their bonds,
and stem goes bare,
they now free from the grip,
float in the fresh air.
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