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
