Over the past season, I saw you at the end of the branch. You passed by without seeing me. Even if I sprouted, blossomed, and bear fruit in front of you, you weren't very interested in me. Now I'm going back to the ground after finishing my work. I want to see you before I go back to the dust of the soil I came from. Although I am just one withered fallen leaf, you will know your time when you see me. Please remember. You will be surprised to see me then how new I will be next spring.
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