The monologue of a leaf, By George
I am one leaf
Hanging on wet branches is
Harder and harder to do
The cold wind reminds me of early spring
It’s not the same though:
The best of days is dark, and smell:
They say of snow…
Hmm, what snow is, I wouldn’t know,
I’m just a leaf, I come and go…”With the seasons”, I hear them say.
I heard some talk of places far away,
Where trees are painted white…I wouldn’t know,
I’m just a leaf, I come and go…
I know that I could use some warmth, now…
But on the wind
To go I have… To go.