The firm raw green foliages...
Exclaims about new inceptions...
Of new aspirations,
New walkways,
And new destinations,

With sunrays dancing on their blades...
With the winds they swing their heads...
Growing slowly,
Blossoming,
They age leisurely...

And as the spring approaches...
The falling crisp brown fronds scream ...
About the change...
The pain...
And it's nearing end...

But the beauty of the fallen dead leaves...
Also embraces the blooms of flourishing spring...
Of new dawn...
New beginnings...
And new dreams...

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