Challenge
"I'm not sure why every leaf must die..."
Create a poem with this beginning.
The Wardrobe Changes with the Seasons
"I'm not sure why every leaf must die,"
so said the cloud naively starting to cry...
his tears turned to ice and snow with a sigh
as he too disintegrated into the oneness of the sky
but we stood the test of time, for quite a while long
you, me and the tree, despite drab winter's uniformity
...there was a beauty in the waiting for all of us to see
as Spring came, dressing us once again, in resplendent finery
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