I am leaf.
I hang, variegated, from tree.
Caterpillars eats holes out of me,
I am leaf.
I am receive sweet goodness
And cool water from tubes,
You call them xylem and phloem,
But I call myself leaf.
I have veins, like fancy cheese,
And am turn brown in autumn;
Brown of rot.
I am rotting leaf.
When I am dead, dead and gone,
Long moulded into soil,
Then will I say:
I was leaf.
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