What? I always wondered
was the purpose for leaves to fall
Didn't have an inkling
they were there for one and all
If swept into a pile
to create a mound or hump
You could take a running start
and land softly from a jump
Seems everything has a purpose
Nothings there for naught
God creates the strangest things
for you to use with thought
Now when leaves come falling
Colorful in the sun
Don't picture them as one big chore
Just think - they're there for fun
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