Life of a Leaf

I come into the world seeking sun,

and that is what I see

for a little while, anyway.

Rain comes and pelts me in the back,

drops sliding off of me before they reach the ground

that is slowly becoming farther and farther away. 

But then the sun comes out again,

and I am okay. 

I grow and I thrive,

blowing in the direction the wind goes,

but never straying from my home. 

After a while,

the air gets cooler,

drier. 

I feel my skin becoming pale,

And the wind is now strong enough 

to sweep my friends away,

and they drift to the ground below. 

I watch as they are crushed or just lay limp,

open to my gaze, for I am a survivor.

Eventually, I am too cold and shriveled to fight.

I am not strong as I once was, 

color painting my skin and warmth running through my veins.

I am blown to the ground by the wind, 

but I land on the grass unlike my 

unlucky friends who I see in pieces on the road. 

I look up, and snow covers me in a sheet of frost.

This is the end.