Crushed like a dried up leaf,
Damaged beyond repair,

She is Autumn's remains;
Such is life, cruel and unfair.

She is under ***** feet,
Left out in heavy rain,

It truly is such a crime,
A terrible, terrible shame!

Not a single thought spared
For how beautiful her soul
Used to be,

Or for how she held on so tightly
To the big branch
Of her beloved giant tree.

Not a single thought goes out
To how tender and loving
She naturally was,

Overlooking her dying spirit,
Is what everybody does.

Now, as she surrenders,
As she gives up on everything,

All that she holds onto
Are her precious memories,
And her undying simple dreams;
The dreams that really, really
Meant something.

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017