谁有一些关于叶的文章或诗歌?因为要作一期有关叶专题的手抄报所以需要一些关于叶的文章或诗歌（最好是一些哲理文章或诗歌）注：是树叶的叶,不是姓氏的叶

谁有一些关于叶的文章或诗歌?因为要作一期有关叶专题的手抄报所以需要一些关于叶的文章或诗歌（最好是一些哲理文章或诗歌）注：是树叶的叶,不是姓氏的叶
谁有一些关于叶的文章或诗歌?
因为要作一期有关叶专题的手抄报
所以需要一些关于叶的文章或诗歌
（最好是一些哲理文章或诗歌）
注：是树叶的叶,不是姓氏的叶

谁有一些关于叶的文章或诗歌?因为要作一期有关叶专题的手抄报所以需要一些关于叶的文章或诗歌（最好是一些哲理文章或诗歌）注：是树叶的叶,不是姓氏的叶
The Last Leaf
By Oliver Wendell Holmes
I saw him once before,
As he passed by the door,
And again
The pavement stones resound,
As he totters o'er the ground
With his cane.
They say that in his prime,
Ere the pruning-knife of Time
Cut him down,
Not a better man was found
By the Crier on his round
Through the town.
But now he walks the streets,
And he looks at all he meets
Sad and wan,
And he shakes his feeble head,
That it seems as if he said,
"They are gone!"
The mossy marbles rest
On the lips that he has prest
In their bloom,
And the names he loved to hear
Have been carved for many a year
On the tomb.
My grandmamma has said--
Poor old lady,she is dead
Long ago--
That he had a Roman nose,
And his cheek was like a rose
In the snow;
But now his nose is thin,
And it rests upon his chin
Like a staff,
And a crook is in his back,
And a melancholy crack
In his laugh.
I know it is a sin
For me to sit and grin
At him here;
But the old three-cornered hat,
And the breeches,and all that,
Are so queer!
And if I should live to be
The last leaf upon the tree
In the spring,
Let them smile,as I do now,
At the old forsaken bough
Where I cling.
A Leaf by Thoth
There is no greater sacrifice,
Then the life of a Leaf.
It grows,it gives,it produces life.
The only reward,sorrow and grief.
In the beginning,there is growth and vigor.
The stemming of a bud,the growth of a vein.
Green pigment of life courses through it's shell.
Strong cuticle encases it,shielding all pain.
The leaf then begins to carry out its purpose
By harvesting enery,in the form of light.
It captures the beams,stores them as starch.
Supplying the tree with power,giving strength and might.
But when the sun hides it head for the coldness of winter,
The leaf is exhausted,it has given its all.
Reward for the leaf is a merciful gesture.
Abscission of the stem,the leaf begins to fall.
But do not be sad,please do not mourn.
For this one will simple moment the leaf will forego,
Being moved by the wind,falling gently to ground,
Is to be closer to heaven then we ever know.

Leaves Tell a Story
© By Sharon K. Alsop
Leaves telling forgotten stories
Through their fluttery dances
Of seasons long lost in memories
They are a dying breed
Falling to ...

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Leaves Tell a Story
© By Sharon K. Alsop
Leaves telling forgotten stories
Through their fluttery dances
Of seasons long lost in memories
They are a dying breed
Falling to their awaiting death
Cold hard ground crushes their life
Thousands all forced to flee
Jump from their high perches
Old and withered with age
Their season in the sun over
A few cling tenaciously
Tethered together with last effort
To share their story
Next year's birth of green
How the sun hid
And the wind's bite came
Sending their brethren into flight
Where death came quickly
But the tribe of leaves will return
When the cold relinquishes its hold
Warm breath of sun comes out of hiding
Another season will arrive
With young appearing atop trees
Bringing life to another season

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