I look at the sky,
With little fear in my heart,
As I feel the breeze,
Gently pulling things apart.
My shades change slowly,
From green to orange and crimson,
As my life slowly fades away,
I am happy that I'm not the only one.
The tree that holds me,
Still looks so bright,
But now it hurts a little,
When on me, the sun shines its light.
The wind is blowing hard today,
And my friends have already begun to fall,
On that light green grass that the earth holds,
Where soon maybe even I would crawl.
A sudden gush of wind came by,
I swayed a little, but stayed put,
As I saw my friends flying by,
I wondered if I'd find myself underfoot.
The wind blew a few more times,
But I stayed on with the little strength I had,
The numbers of my friends kept decreasing,
And my timid self was left to be sad.
Then came that strong gush,
That knocked me off the tree so hard,
I flew so far from I could see,
And landed on that bench that time had scarred.
You looked up from book,
At me with whom you now sat,
You gently took me in your hands,
And an angelic smile you had.
You slowly kept me on the book,
Which you were reading, so lost,
My red contrasted its white so good,
Like burning fire on frost.
You closed the book,
And with it, my life,
For now, my life had ended.
Now I only stayed alive on that book,
Which always made you contended.
