Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

A wind shutters through me.
My stem cannot hold.
I wait to fall.
Down, down, down,
Gently swaying back and forth.
Being a leaf is peaceful,
At first I'm green,
Cheerful and strong.
But then the winds come,
Bringing fall with them.
I turn red and orange,
Losing myself,
Losing my happiness.
Now I'm weak,
I'm breaking.
A fierce wind comes,
And takes me away.
Now I'm brown a crinkled.
As snow hits my face.