Poetry

Autumn Leaves Pt. 2

I am a leaf fluttering on an oak tree

Healthy and vibrant for most of the year

Standing tall

As I wave at the passer-by’s below.

I am life, I am colour.

But now I am dying.

Decaying from the root

I have lost my vibrancy, my colour.

And soon I will fall

To be trampled and crushed

Under the feet of passer-by’s below.

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