Passing of a Leaf

Once a large green leaf,

Now brown, wrinkled and full of disbelief

No longer at its prime age,

But at the age of passing

Falls slowly down.

It lands as light as a feather,

On the cold, hard ground.

Staring up at the youngsters

Shimmering in the warm sunlight.

His shivering body crumpled up

As he awaits his ultimate death.