Soaring through a vast air
Lawfully dividend to it's natural flair
Never bent nor spent, floating at it's own expense
No goal, no low nor any disappointment or achievement
Only one fulfilling destiny, hammered down In history as one of many
A leaf in the wind, carried by chance, never worried by harm
Beautiful in it's own right, but never alarmed
Following it's riveting right to be admired
And rightfully so, And rightfully so,
This Lime Green Leaf.
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