Poem_Melanie Wilson

“Falling

They grow.
Some on trees so tall
Some on bushes,
So very small.

They fall.
Such a long way to the ground
Fluttering and floating all the way down.

They all die.
Such a pity how a beauty growing up high
Lives such a short life only to die.

They’re remembered.
When you think back to the beautiful summer,
You remember the colors covering the trees
Just think how dull the forest would be
Without all those Leaves

By Melanie Wilson
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