A leaf falls.
Was it blown away by wind?
Or was tired of the tree?
Or tired of holding on?
Or was tree tired of it?
Or was wind and earth more alluring?
Does it matter?
A leaf falls.
A moment passed.
Live with new one.
Account of each leaf is kept
By time
And presented when existence demand,
Not for you & me to worry.
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OSI Prompt : Moment