Autumn Leaf
I do not want to look at the leaves turn from vibrant green to polished gold
It reminds me too much of myself
They turn that way because they lack the water the roots refuse to give
The roots of our lives can be so cruel sometimes
And the bad thing is one of the two main ones is too blind to notice
I am the autumn leaf
Though I speak not, it is impossible for me not to tell
Every living creature that holds destruction
Though some of them do not notice
That you are those small roots that I hang upon though I should not
You feed me my water and I give you life
However when it starts to get cold
You casually cast me away to save yourself
And I just causally fall to the ground and let you
But I have something to tell you this day
That I am not brown but gold
I and not red but crimson
And though you cast me away I slowly go with pride
Because you will need me in the spring
Slow as the sun though
One snowy winter you will see
One tiny gold-crimson leaf
Resting on a tree.
By: Mystery Me 222
This poem is dedicated to Hinata and me. Please review and tell me your feelings on it.