Though the leaves may fall from the tree, mourn them not;
For I wear them as my crown, proclaiming their once-green glory
Into the white winter.
Unless I start feeling a bit peckish,
And then perhaps I shall nibble the leaves of the mighty maple tree
Which really aren’t that bad if you know how to prepare them.
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