The leaves that fall on ground,
Teach you to keep yourself bound.To the ethics and values taught,
Which protect you from being caught.
The falling leaves from the tree,
Hold the beauty of becoming free.
Young leaves nurture the beauty of attachment,
Withering leaves hold the beauty of detachment.
Every age has its responsibilities,
Every maze has its difficulties.
Growth of leaves is dependent,
Death of leaves is random.
Growing and falling are a part of nature,
Also a ray of hope and bliss to capture.
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