They fall at the peak of their beauty, they fall too soon.

In the Autumn, their warm colours invite all to bask in their glory, their radiance. They clothe the naked trees with their bright leaves and when it's time, they shower themselves upon cracked roads.

And I cry.

My maple leaf fell too soon, at the peak of his beauty.

I cry. He saw us, caught in the act. He was only coming home from the grocery that day. His face was emotionless foor just a split second. Then it turned into a mixture of feelings. Anger, sadness, despair. WHY? What have I ever done to you to deserve this? Crying endlessly, he runs out into the bitter rain.

The maple leaves are crying too...

I run out after him, hoping, pleading for his forgiveness. Runs into the street. Two headlights. One scream. A warm scarlet liquid splashes on my face. His body was thrown to the side of the cracked road,

my little maple leaf blown away from me.

My heart drops, never to rise again. His sparkling eyes, once the light of my life are dulling, to shine nevermore... His paling lips utter a bidding farewell as I cradle the fading soul to my chest.

"T-the Ma..ple... L-leaves...f-f-fall..."

They fall too soon.