The Life Of A Boy Through Poetry

The Boy And The Leaves

The leaves, swift in the wind and colorful creatures

The boy stared at the trees, admiring the leaves

Clinging to the branches like an infant clinging to its mother

Accepted by the world, love not hate they receive

How he wished he could join them as their brother

Flexible frames, free from society's "perfect idea"

Leaves flutter in the wind, rustling their vibrant colors

So beautiful they were, not a scar on their body

With no dirty secret left to be discovered

Never viewed as attention seekers, never seen gaudy

Leaves are like people, both having downfalls

The boy and the leaves, so different yet so alike

Both having warm hearts that can turn so cold at winter's touch

Crumbling like sand castles when downfall strikes

One dying alone and broken, the other having a vital crutch

Leaves so perfect, yet fragile like the idea of being perfect

Untouched by a helping hand, the leaves begin to wilt

Broken like society, they faded away like the setting sun

While the boy rose like the moon, shining and rebuilt

Realizing that being perfect wasn't all that fun

Accept imperfections, only then will you be everlasting like the tree