Leaves bend over and reach to barely touch
Each other and as they attempt to pass over
Some of their love to one another they realize
It is just a one-way street.
And as they bend over to fit and follow the
Wind and each other’s path they struggle
And notice they can fall.
One leaf in particular breaks away slowly
After months of sticking together from
The tree. As it falls it trembles and fades
And the beautifully deep green that it is
Now just was.
What will it be
Of the fallen leaf?
Of the broken tree?