Life can be lonely

Blossomed once and it stood proud,
but now it’s falling, falling down,
crashing to the earth below,
to be crunched and smashed
blown to and fro.

With memories of youth and happiness passed,
gone with Autumn
never to last,
laying by itself alone
under the tree it once called it’s own.

Now that sad leaf that is no more,
has fallen from the branch
unto the floor,
lost to the earth and eventually rotten
the lonely leaf soon to be forgotten