Leaves
I am a leaf
A leaf that goes through the seasons of lonly and cold winters.
A leaf that goes through perionds of gloom and rain.
which is not something a leaf can complain
WIthout these seasons how woud we be such a vibrant green, come the end of spring?
We would not, and quite frankly that is an aweful thought.
For it is those times that are why I am still here
I am a leaf stronger then ever
I have expirenced the sesons before this time around I can do it with less fear.
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