It came to life in summer
when the wind was blowing warm
when the sultry sun was loving
with the season's wanton charm.
It basked in the glow
of stars big and small
and did not think to worry
for the coming of the fall.
Leaves began dropping
faster every day
but the leaf didn't mind,
they always fell this way.
But colors changed and wind blew
and more began to go
before the leaf knew it,
it was hanging all alone.
In come this season's storms
and though it loved the rain,
the leaf had not expected
not known this kind of pain.
The wind grew colder
the tree shuddered and shook
the stubborn leaf clung to life
ignorant of the toll it took.
Brown and withered
through cruel winter's snow
hung a lonesome leaf
waiting for things to grow.
Come spring and sunny weather,
still it hung there
but as it's brethren budded,
the leaf found it did not care.
With a swish of wind it swept away
to land on warm green ground,
and wondered at the time now passed,
and the peace that it had found.
