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SYNTHESIS By Paul Kerr Born free for circumstance to bow The leaves that dropped to fall away. Had turned to golden orange brown To drift down to the ground to lay.
Before! they glistened in the sun And turned in paradise to warm. Then left behind the family, The leaves, that left the tree to be.
They took a photo of the sun To give the synthesis to air. And drank the moons lone single tear That shone, so all the leaves would hear.
Upon the pond fell warm the rain In radiance the clouds had burst. And held a picture of the stars, That gave a glimpse of universe.
Born free for circumstance to bow The leaves that dropped to fall away. Had turned to golden orange brown To drift down to the ground to lay.
Before! they glistened in the sun And turned in paradise to warm. Then left behind the family, The leaves, that left the tree to be.
They took a photo of the sun To give the synthesis to air. And drank the moons lone single tear That shone, so all the leaves would hear.
Upon the pond fell warm the rain In radiance the clouds had burst. And held a picture of the stars, That gave a glimpse of universe.
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