The human race,
Can never master the level of grace,
A leaf can hold.
We come out screaming and red,
We are loved,
We are adored.
A leaf comes silently and green,
They are ignored,
Not cared for.
We have so many opportunities to revive and give,
To live.
They stand still,
Changing colors as to scream for help,
Help is something they never get.
We don't care to watch as they wilt,
Not a single emotion felt.
Still they fall as brown and broken as they can get,
But as they fall they glide with bursting wind,
And for their lives end,
Their gracefulness doesn't fit.
If we make our own decision to fall to our end,
We fall screaming into a packed city,
In front of many who could have been a friend,
But our race is selfish and comes with a fall that is fitting,
For an event so silly and sickening.
