Leaves
Grow, grow, grow.
My master urges
So my blade lurches.
Have strength, strength, strength.
My master whispers
Before the twisters.
Turn, turn, turn.
My master quietly hollers
So my siblings and I become colors.
Die, die, die.
My master's voice vibrates
So I slowly die and watch as my master hibernates.
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