I am but a leaf
I am vibrant and full of color as I grow
I drink up the sunshine, and know what I know
I whirl and twirl on a windy day
Should the air be still you may not hear, what I say
Should there be a storm, I quiver in fright
but mostly I just rest or sleep at night
I feel so alive and I feel so free
I am an important part of a beautiful tree.
Ode to days that grow short and cold
making me feel weak and making me feel old
I hold on tightly as my color fades away
till I can’t hold on any longer and I have nothing left to say
I take my last breath as I float on the air, happy to report I haven’t a care.