The Fall

It grows and grows

Till it’s green with life.

But everybody knows

That what’s to come is just strife.

The leaf falls, falls down and decays

Revealed in the sun’s dying rays.

It withers away

On that calm fall day,

No more once its tips are ablaze.

It turns into silt,

Long gone and forgotten,

No remorse and no guilt

For the leaf that’s now rotten.

A leaf falls in loneliness,

Blown aside by the wind,

But more and more drop,

The branches are thinned.

Winter’s teeth clench the earth

And everything’s dead.

There’s no life, there’s no birth,

All the animals have fled.

But then there is hope,

A diminutive bit of green,

And then sprung out life!

What a beautiful scene.

Though we may fall,

And wither and die,

We must always recall,

That “The End” is a lie.