The Branch Bore A Bud,
It Was A Cocoon Of Life,
Soon It Would Errupt
The Young Leaf Emerged,
In Springtime's Renewed Sunlight,
Taking It's First Breath
The Leaf Grew Each Day,
Side By Side With Other Leaves,
They Would Speak Softly
Rain Would Come And Go,
And The Leaves Would Ask For Sun,
They Would Beg The Sky
The Days Grew Colder,
And Nighttime Consumed The Dawn,
The Sun Gave No Warmth
The Leaves Were Different,
They Were Red, Yellow, And Orange,
Ripened From The Cold
Slowly They Let Go,
One By One They Met The Earth,
Concealing Her Skin
The Leaf Recoils,
It's Flushed Cheeks Now Colorless,
The Branches Are Bare
Thought I'd Try My Luck At A Leaf Poem Because I've Been Seeing So Many That Are Unquestionably Marvelous! How Interesting That The Life Of A Leaf Is So Similar To Our Own.