A leaf in life,
Just a part,
A small, small part,
On one changing tree in life
You can get out-casted,
Or you can chose,
To isolate yourself,
The rouge leaf in life,
That blows solemnly,
Along the pavement,
Crushed underfoot,
Not even being noticed,
Brown and broken,
Is the leaf in life,
What happened?
Looking down on it,
Do you pity it?
Connect with it?
Are you a fellow lost leaf?
Or a ‘better belonging’ leaf,
Joined to the centre of life,
But who is better off,
The leaf that stays the same,
Or the leaf that branches out,
And changes to suit itself,
This could go on for so long,
With so many possibilities,
And unanswerable situations,
But know this now,
No leaves life,
Is a wasted one.
