Dan Humphrey
Sep 2, 2018 · 1 min read

LEAF

From the bleak roots and barren branches, she blooms green. Her appearance a sign of spring

On the line we tread high above the streets, we paint the night like a midsummer’s dream

In the fall she no longer adorns the sky, instead she colors the floor with her yellow, orange, and red

We marvel at nature’s pain, oblivious to her fiery tears of destruction being shed

Winter is so heartless, as the people retreat from the cold. She’s left alone, lifeless, with no one else to hold

I lay awake from this dystopia, now with a resolve to make her life a utopia