The leaf it will grow on bows stretched so high
Searching for light in the warm summer sky.
Dancing around in the cool summer’s breeze,
The leaf worries not of those other trees.

It dances and sways as green as the grass
Forgetting the time that creeps up to pass.
And when the breeze cools, the leaf carries on
Fearing for naught of seasons come gone.

But soon the air chills as autumn has come,
And brown turns a leaf that’s forced to succumb.
And soon the leaf falls as slowly it dies
Tired of holding to surviving’s guise.

It falls and it flails, resisting the speed
Trying so hard to deny fate’s accede.
But the autumn fall comes every year still,
Taking the leaves down against their will.

But now it may rest below with its friends
Released of the woe of how it all ends.
Crisp and bright hued, the ground coverall;
The autumn has come to reclaim the fall.