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1.3k · Nov 2013
Just A Leaf
Madison Court Nov 2013
Once a leaf fell from a tree
The thick green above was all it could see
It wanted to be tall, just like its first home
The leaf was oblivious and reality unknown
Never would it sprout roots or branches
Nor would the leaf ever receive the chances
Its life and death would take place on that ground
When suddenly with the wind that leaf was found
It moved smoothly just like the clouds
Along the many feet of many crowds
Moved with the current, up and down
Stepped on, with a thick crunching sound
The leaf flew elegantly through the air
Past children playing, ever so slightly brushing against their hair
During quick gusts pieces of it were torn
Its face was tattered and forever out worn
When it rained the leaf was, not to be airborne again
Until the sun dried it up and it fled
It carried on like so, its life not quite so mild
When the leaf landed in a river whose water was wild
The water spun it around, above the surface and below
Until it stopped fighting and sunk, never again would it show
This leaf met its end but it cannot alter
The ripple it sent out into the water
947 · Oct 2013
November Leaves
Madison Court Oct 2013
Whilst wondering about a small fair town
In November leaves and draped with white gown
A youth of sweet content and happily placed
Dripped and tinted in long lovely lace
No hint of true distaste
Upon her heavenly face
And whilst wondering through the town
A prince came beholding a crown
But richest were not in her interest
She’d rather a big heart of no distress
The prince never gave up coming again with complements sweet.
But flattery had no impact
She’d rather an honest act, true and concrete
Another try; but his last
He offered the girl a castle wide and vast
But again he came to defeat
For the girl preferred a home cozy and neat
So, at last issuing failure the prince returned to his riches
And the girl left alone and contented without wishes
Remember this story, for the girl left happily poor
Pleased with her life of freedom, no more
And so showed she knew life was about what was kind
And not about money, thick and blind

— The End —