No more colour and no more glow.
The elements have taken their toll
Now there’s no option but for the leaf to break off.
To take that gentle drop that’s all so slow.
With a silent crackle the leaf departs from what it has come to know as home,
And it goes to the ground.
Floating through the air filled with nostalgia but very little hope.
It’s only natural for dead leaves to drop.
But in life you get choose who you want to let go.