Sprout on a tree 

not knowing where I’ll be, 

green as the grass 

but the colour won't last, 

the sun is so bright 

as global warming is in sight, 

living the life 

until something is not right, 

I start to sway 

then begin to pray, 

ripped off a branch 

as I start to take a chance, 

suddenly it's calm 

and everything is unharmed, 

there I lay still 

writing my will, 

I drift off to sleep, 

that's the journey of a leaf