leaves fall Leaving the roots, the trunk, branches Slow, delicate Journey Towards the destination; their purpose Some are here to stay Some scatter away
Yellow leaves Filling up with streaks of brown Venom spreading through veins They fall again
No more hint of color No freshness Until thereβs nothing left but Brown rust and stiffness
Leaves they fall Returning to the roots
Using leaves as analogy to life, death and aging in between. Everything starts at the roots and returns to the roots again