As gently as snowflakes from the sky,
The autumn leaves do fall to the ground
The flutter in the breeze and come to rest
But they fall not with a single sound.
Once they were lively,young and green,
But unseen,unknown they began to fade
Now they lie,an admired sight,
A carpet of soft enchanting jade.
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