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