Falling

Maybe they’re supposed to be caught

Rescued from falling to the ground

To rot

They tried to transform and hung on for dear life

Maybe letting them go while bright and fiery

Was a mistake

Maybe they aren’t happy or beautiful

Maybe the long hot days

And cold bitter winds

Finally shook their core

Maybe they needed help

But instead of help

They got raked into a pile

Labelled as waste

Trashed and forgotten

As the cold takes over

The world goes on without them

Looking forward to new spring buds

Praising the strong hearty trees with deep roots

That never break

And never fall

That delicate leaf

That tried to thrive in the chaos of inconsistency and with no stability

Has fallen

Rotted

And blended into the earth

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