It was not part of their heart, Not one could be blamed. All tried to depart When the leaves began to hate. They were soft as the snow, They counted each blow. Soon all would know Why the leaves began to hate. The leaves were deeply rooted; They saw they had been looted. All said they were unsuited, So the leaves began to hate. The leaves were very patient; They looked upon the maple And saw nothing but fable, So the leaves began to hate. The leaves' brothers, the fleurs, Were the only ones who heard Their cries to see them dead. Soon all would fill with dread. The leaves looked to the lotus, And grief took their focus. The lotus did not notice; The leaves saw only locusts. The leaves looked to the panda And discovered they were chosen. They could not handle One hundred years of poison. Some leaves were still green; Some leaves swam against the stream. In the end, they did naught but scream As the leaves began to hate. As green turned to gold And gold turned to red, All would yet behold Their roar to see them bled. The leaves tried to wait, Though none would arrear. All were struck with fear, And the leaves began to hate. The leaves proclaimed to all, “This need not be fate.” The lotus and panda stalled, So the leaves began to hate. It was not suddenly grown; Now, it is far too late. The leaves chanted aloud, 'Now all will feel our rage.'
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Seven Leaf-Blowers herald them.
The Four Compost Bins trundle forth.
The Incinerator awaits.
The Day of the Rake has come..
The world will never be the same.
Prophecy in real time.