Autumn Years

She once was a vibrant green leaf on a great big oak,

Swaying nonchalantly with her friends, laughing at a joke,

Now yellow and starting to turn crisp, fighting she holds on,

A gust of wind, a random gale and all her friends are gone

But she clings on determined to be the last to stay.

She sees where her friends should be; alone she’s left to sway.

Her eyes feel heavy, her breathing shallow; no longer can she hide,

Triumphant in the goal she made, it’s now time for her life to subside.