Oh leaf with your veins,
Curled are your edges,
Lighter than a cane,
As fall bestows upon,
You colour the lawn,
Brittle later you may be,
From your tree you are not quick to flee,
Now you are red embroidered,
Yellow hearted,
Orange tatter about your face,
Your friend is brown speckled,
Your mother pure gold,
Your brother greens so cold.
On the wind your ends ride,
On winds you are carried with pride,
On winds you fall to your own demise in no defile,
Oh little leaf,
How I wish to keep you close and share memories,
But decay you must.
Happy you die,
None of you cry,
No matter how dry.
New leaf of Spring,
Do you know whose place you take?
Your bud so brilliant,
Your build so resilient,
Greener you are,
Smooth with youth,
Soft with new beginning,
Yet wise you are already,
Sleek and shining surface,
Of your end you know,
Your end you will face,
But right now,
You are flat with peace.
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Poetry***WARNING- Extreme gore, violence, and suggestive themes*** Poetry, of course, but this is my style my way. Don't like it? I really do not care. This expresses some of my deepest thoughts which I have never said nor written down before. If you do r...
