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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545691" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As If They Have Their Own Identity</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All of the Autumn leaves that fall from their mother tree<br>Are shaped so very differently<br>As if each has their own identity<br>At least that's how they seem to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the cool gusts of the freshening winds they blow<br>Along the footpath fast and then quite slow<br>As if searching for a final resting place<br>On the Nature strip or in stormwater drain for to hide their wrinkled face.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their span of time is brief so quick to meet decay<br>And in Nature's bosom within weeks they rot away<br>And off of their compost insects and beetles will live<br>When Nature takes in other ways she give.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaves too have life despite what some might say<br>And all things of life return to earth one day<br>And though they have life cells they do not have a mind<br>But they serve some purpose just like human kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I hear them rustle on their invisible feet<br>The dead dry leaves that are blown down the street<br>All of different shapes and sizes though from the one mother tree<br>As if they have their own identity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=545691" data-title="As If They Have Their Own Identity de Francis Duggan" data-description="All of the Autumn leaves that fall from their mother tree Are shaped so very differently As if each has their own identity At least that's how they seem to me. In the cool gusts of the freshening winds they blow Along the footpath fast and then q..."></div> </div> </div>
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