The leaves are brown when the sky is grey.
But when the sun grows bright and shines down on the tree tops, the leaves become a golden crown, and the blue of the sky sings hurrah behind the glowing trees.
A life in erasable moments, loosely attached.
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The leaves are brown when the sky is grey.
But when the sun grows bright and shines down on the tree tops, the leaves become a golden crown, and the blue of the sky sings hurrah behind the glowing trees.
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