The sun burns and so do I
What use in complaining is there?
Leaves turn to dust
Stone will become mud
And all
things must
eventually
end.

If I would be born again
I'd be a humble leaf.
Leaves, when they fall in time,
do not break.
And there wouldn't be too much sadness,


but just peace.

A small drop squeezed out of autumn leaves
gives another flowing spring.

Like fallen leaves we stay
dark and dancing upon the ground.
Stepped over; ignored.
A memory of natural creation.
A ghost of days gone by.

Once a burst of human creativity,
a glimpse of perpetual love and emotion now just an adverse memory
playing on a loop
with no hope of recreation
again and again and again.

Like fallen leaves we stay
decaying into the mists of time
picked up and dropped
Once beautiful.
Once alive.

After a drizzle
the concave leaf turns pitcher,
for tiny killdeer

Whirling like a leaf
to the melody of a zephyr
I embellished self-love

©shadeofalonelygirl