The Fallen
By Kai qi C
Every day, a leaf falls,
As the frosty weather nears, they float down, slowly, calmly, without any disruption
Knowing their end, they lie covered with pall
Their time is up,
Chests no longer rising
The empty body beside many others, blood no longer pumped
The buzzing of machines aligning,
The cracks and snaps and rips
Leaves still green and nourished, as the branch was falling
Tears drip,
They weep, they wish,
For the place above to be bliss
Spring comes, winter abolished
The flowers bloom again
Animals awaken and run around, the plants flourish
New leaves replace the slain
The green buds stick out from branches, filling the empty space
However, in our hearts, the fallen remain.