The trees were reddish-brown in colour
And by the end of the spring
The withered leaves were again replaced
By the tender foliage, evergreen.
Little leaflet, the smallest of them
Was happy to see the light,
The beauteous world, the merry earth
Everything colourful, joyful and bright.
I eagerly saw her cheerful birth and how slowly did she
Tear apart the dark coat and got herself free.
So glad she was, so happy she was!!
Always I saw her swing
Amidst the leaves, on the twig
With the murmuring wind.
From the little bud to a broad leaf,
Within a year she has grown.
Now, I often recall the time
When on the node she was born!
A year has passed and again spring is likely to set.
Oh, why I don’t know, my heart sank and I wept!
Lo! My leaf is golden now;
It is no more so green.
I thought now she will fly
Far away with the wind.
The life of a leaflet is like a man.
When it will come to an end,
It would be taken by the hearse
To the cemetery at the river bend.
But soon, the trees will again in green be set
Having thousands of leaves,
Everyone like my little leaflet!!
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