Leaves change color from green to orange to yellow
One by one they slowly fall weightlessly to the ground.
Not rapidly but instead slow
No longer are they tall above in their branches but just merely small.
The wind comes and blows them away
Without a complain, no worries in the world but instead happy.
No longer could they stay
For they need to fly away and be set free.
It's the circle of life that they go through
We all live and die along with them.
Onto another world to become once again new
To grow our roots, leaves and stem.
To rejuvenate, grow, and live again
This is life.
It's a blessing so amen
As we become again part of the wildlife.
-AmB
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PoetryWhat I write is what I feel and think. My poetry comes from things that inspire me such as the things that I see daily. Writing is my escape and life. I write to dress, express, and impress myself and others. Special dedication to Mrs.Quintero for h...
