Green leafs are more then we think.
Onces green, thye're loved upon,
overlooked on a twig
so many around them
so many alike.
Onces they fall and crumble in brown
its a problem,
they 're nothing but a dried up peice of something
that was onces beautiful.
Before full of beauty
Now stepped on like they were nothing.
From green to brown,
from loved to forgoten,
this isnt about a leaf.
