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Belief in a leaf seems as fleeting as the foliage, Though we must consider it's why. Sprouting from nothing but a void in the dirt It's limit is quite literary the sky. Knowing that the reach, determined and set Will stand against the avails of mother earth Allows us the chance to bask in the fire of knowledge Like a crisp evening comforted by the family hearth And like that scene, where we exist in what's familiar As well as the fleeting leaf on the wind We realize that we are nothing short, Of seeds awaiting to ascend.