A Dried Leaf

A Dried leaf

Once I was a tiny leaf,

Under my parent’s arms.

I was lucky to have a family.

They guided me in journey of life I was about to embark.

I saw my father work every day on the hot sun,

My mother nurtured me dearly.

As I grew, I made friends.

That was the time when for me life made sense.

One of my friends was a flower,

Then she became a fruit.

I watch in wonder the ripening of her,

But then she was taken from me as a loot.

A part of me disappeared that day,

Into the abyss of sadness.

Now her smile woke me in my dreams,

And drove me to madness.

And then one day a person came,

With scissor in his hand.

He cut my parents into half.

That day I cried, until dew drops over me dried.

As the humans smiled and laughed,

While my soul died.

Slowly and steadily I turned yellow,

Withered and crumbled I was,

But then I was happy for myself.

Happy because I will find peace,

Peace of death after all.