The autumn’s leaf has

Lost its pride, His brilliant

Green has disappeared. Instead he is left,

Tinged with brown and ragged edges.

Dashes of orange and yellow.

He is one of many leaves to make a carpet.

Bright flames of yellow, orange, red and brown.

He remembers his past, starting out as a beautiful bud with no idea what his fate would be.

Now the summer,Oh what a time that was, With children playing under his care and sparrows twittering through the branches.

The he remembers where he is now, dying on the ground.

Just lying there, dying there, waiting in the calmness.