Fallen leaves lying down in disgrace, While waiting to be crumbled and crushed by others, They feel the ground, so cold and dead, And see the grey sky with no rayofhope. They remember the spring when they were new and fresh, So beautiful, green and tender, They were the best companions of the tree whom they adored, And shared everything with each otherso that they couldgrow.
Then came the summer where they loved to give shelter, To everyone who came to them from the scorching sun, Or from the downpour in June, Their compassion and care helped others to live, love and breed. In autumn, they brought colors into life, The trees adorned them like precious ornaments, Enjoying everyone's attention and praise, They were at their peak. Then, they started to fall, Some even didn't try, But others gave a fight with the wind, Not willing to let go off that tiny little connection with their mate.
Lying on the ground they can see the bare tree, their old companion, The squirrels, birds and the insects to whom they gave shelters to, And the people who found shade under them too. So now, they are waiting for winter eagerly, To cover themselves with snow, To erase all the memories, To forget and to be forgotten. -JMJ