Falling Leaves

So I was supposed to write an article about nostalgia but I didn't know how to do it, so I wrote a poem instead. Dedicated to my cousins Aditya and Anjali. ♥

Theme creds: Ritu

She stands there proud and tall,
Leaves fluttering in the breeze,
Her stance is that of a queen
Arms stretched out toward the sky.

The grass underneath is wet with dew,
Her leaves' gossip is without an end,
Robin nests cover her hair,
Her wisdom protecting them all.

The sun gleams bright from above,
Children playing under her shade,
Her branches sway from side to side,
The eternal bliss evident on her face.

When autumn arrives,
summer takes its final breath.
The warmth disappears,
the cold creeps in instead.

She takes off her mask,
and the leaves begin to fall down.
Swirling and twirling till they hit the ground,
Leaves of orange, red and brown.

She stands still with shock,
Branches frozen in surrender.
The rain begins to pour,
Reflecting her dismay.

She feels sad and incomplete,
Nothing more than a small shrub,
Her branches start to weep
And her trunk shrinks from its tall self.

Winter arrives, mighty and harsh,
The cold is evil, biting at her trunk.
No leaves or birds are there to defend her
She stands alone, small with sorrow.

Summer arrives again,
And the sun seems to shine brighter,
The grass becomes softer
And the leaves chattier than ever.

She cries with relief,
Cherishing the joyous moment,
She realized the worth of the leaves
Only when they left her.

I should probably branch out more and try different writing. (See what I did there)
Sorry I shall leaf now and find a better pun.

Thanks for reading! Leave a comment for theme ideas! :)

Comments

  1. I BE-LEAF YOU HAVE WRITTEN AN AMAZING POEM.
    GOOD JOB

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  2. 💜
    I beleaf you are acorny person

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  3. Adi and Anju read the poem and loved it! Question - are A and A the leaves? :)

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  4. Thanks a lot,though! Cant wait to see you!

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  5. I was actually thinking about poems like these and how it is much more appealing, no rhyme pattern, metaphorical, complex yet simple and intricate and there i was back when i was "immature" calling these "boring passages".... it is beautiful!

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    1. sorry for the late reply, but thank you so much!

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