Oh leaves of fall,
why do you fall?
Why are branches so bare?
When everyone is in despair?
Despair not, oh people!
Soon the leaves will return.
In their pale green glory
once springtime is here.
So dream of the time to come.
When all the trees are lively and beautiful
in their springtime display.
When all is renewed with hope and glory.
[c] 1999 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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