Leaves Falling
	Spring leaves falling sadden me.  Every breath of wind shakes green confetti from the trees. It doesn't seem we'll lose the trees - they sport new foliage daily. Still, it seems unnatural they're falling now, their soft green faces glistening with tears, eyes young, afraid.  I want to rake them up burn them before they are dry, gray feathers scattered, forgotten.
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