All of the leaves
in the world have gone
Instead the trees,
have robot leaves
If you touch them,
they tell you to go
If you trample as you flow,
and walk in nature's glow,
they will crush your foot and toe
In the Spring they won't bloom or sing
Autumn no shed,
instead filled with water,
frozen Winter quarter
When you pass,
they will scrape you,
like broken glass

© 2022 Carol Natasha Diviney