the naked branches of the trees

The naked branches of the trees

The dewdrops slowly floating to the ground

Of the carpeted leaves and roots

The welcoming sign of the cycle

The hard wind hitting in the air

Bending the naked branches whispering sound

The leaves get frightened and fall

Dancing in the air thinking they are free

In reality the leaves have to die

Wither on the carpeted ground its final countdown

There is no goodbye only the sacrifice

In time it turns brownish withered and crumbled

The rain will hiss its way

Telling the leaves don't have to worry

“You are the nutrients for others to live

You are the hero making the sacrifice”

The naked branches looked around

“What will happen when the sun hit us soon?

Our leaves have gone leaving us to fend ourselves

Will we fall to the ground and be forgotten?”

The wind rattle at the naked branches

“You will stay around for a while

You don't have to worry about the fall

The time is still a long way to go”