Letters To Leaves
Daisy head Mazy.
The sprout was strong at first.
It grew and grew and grew so far,
I thought it was going to burst.
But the leaves began to
shrivel one day
and one by one by one,
they floated on away.
As I sat there
pondering my existence,
The clock on the wall
rang twice;
and a new chance was
in the distance.
I wondered if these leaves
too would fall,
but thought,
in the end,
not one leaf will,
but all.
