LEAF

This poem's about how everything in life eventually fades, dries up, and dies.

 

LEAF

I see a leaf lying on the ground.

It lies still, then the wind blows it                                                             around.

It flies high, then flies low.

It goes wherever the wind wants it to                                                                go.

Soon, however, the leaf turns brown,

It drifts, twists, then falls down.

The leaf dies, like inevitably all of us                                                             will.

One second it was flying, now lies                                                                 still.

There are so many more leaves                                                 hanging on trees.

Just like this one, they'll one day fall,                                                      then die.

No longer able to float, drift or fly.

We are like leaves, floating on our                                     our very own breeze.

Any one of us can fall from our tree,                                  turn brown, then die.

All of it can happen in the blink of an                                                              eye.

So, I'm not going to get my hopes up                                                    too high,

Because one day I'll fall, never be able                                                         to fly.

I may float for awhile, in between.

Then I'll die to, just like that leaf I just                                                          seen.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Daisy Marie]

I really enjoyed this poem. I like your creative formatting, adding emphasis to certain words. I think if you read it through again, you may notice a couple grammatical errors, but that is an easy fix, and then it will be absolutely perfect. I loved it. :)