The leaf

A Poem by Ammi

Growing up through the metaphorical representation of a leaf

Swish, swoosh
Off I go,
Following the only flow I know,
My ember shade begins to glow.

Ascending above the home where I grew,
Into the sky all full of hope,
Time flies, ever so fast.

Clutters, of copper specks, begin to get me vex,
Now hidden, within these blemishes,
As though a disguise,

A thought comes,
I begin to realise,
That it was just, my eyes,
My bronze shade,
Which I had acclaimed was just who I was meant to be.

As I fall, freely, to the ground
Next to the place that is so sound,
Home again, now I see,
That this, is where I am truly free, and yet,
Accepted, for being me.