We change whether we like it or not.
We bloom so green but then fall approaches
We begin to lose life but no one takes notice!
We are vibrant in pretty colors.
Hiding our pain and fears so well this way!
In reality we forget ourselves.
Then we fall and the wind takes us away.
Winter comes and we are but a sweet memory!
Well I’m done having to leave like those that left before me!
I chose to stay for I want to be the tree.
It withstands all seasons.
Even when gone it’s roots will always remain.
I too want to let the world know…
I was here!!
Signed the Lone Leaf
Love you all
PS Do you like the pretty pic I took with my iPhone 11?