A falling autumn leaf
Knows no comfort as it
Swivels it's way to the ground .
In the hope that as it
Falls and saunters , next spring
Atop trees it may again be found .
How majestically it had
Graced the tops of green
Shiny trees as a glossy green leaf
Gone are those days of youth
As branches get rid of it , all the while
Waiting for the ground to freeze.
Laying old and tired on the
Icy frozen ground , resting softly
Atop a small heap - a mound,
A shroud of misery cloaks it slowly
Covering it with thoughts of being
Forever lost, never again to be found .
As miserable and heartbreaking
The journey towards death
Of each singular leaf may be
It would be wise to remember that
While a tree makes the leaf , in turn
One day the leaves make the tree