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| Such a beautiful leaf is now just another crunch|
Under a cross country runnerís shoe
Or a tire of a pickup truck delivering potatoes
Before the crunch, you could see all the veins
You could tell it was breathing by its beautiful array
Of crackles and such a bright color green.
The texture was rough on one side
Yet so smooth on the other
Some specs of brown probably caused by a bug.
Why is it laying on the floor all alone?
Was it the wind that tore it from its branch?
Was it a caterpillar that chewed it off slowly?
or did it just feel like letting go?