Soliloquy

leaves

I am the leaves
Of a tree
Seen and only seen
Not until the fruit
Grows

Then I wither
When fall comes
Suddenly I become
Beautiful
Only when I'm broken
And decaying with the wind

Then people bask in my
Decay
Owing my colors
When I'm fading away
Walking past by me
When I'm alive
And green

I am the leaves
Of a tree
Seen and only seen
When I'm falling
Then the world becomes
Beautiful
When.