A Leaf

A leaf falls softly at my feet,
Sated with rain and summer heat;
What time this leaf was green and new,
I still had parents dear and true.

A leaf — how soon it fades away!
Child of the spring, the autumn's prey,
Yet has this leaf outlived, I see,
So much that was most dear to me.
Author of original: 
Ludwig Uhland
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