Mediocre Poems

leaves

There's a big ole oak in the backyard

Branching out with its hundreds of leaves

Each leave can be a branch of life

Seeing and believing as we watch it grow

Starting from the summer to the winter months

The hue change just like a person changes over a course of time

Throughout the year

It is known to be green for starters

As the sun changes it by day

Life that is, becomes of us as we age

Specs starts to show, even though we grow

Growing into something different each and everyday

We are slowing turning brown and I hope no one frowns

It is the truth...that are hue will be different as time goes around

Brown is what we may hate

When you touch us we will break

As our pieces, flutter to the grassy ground

We are dead and useless

Just as the rest of the leaves are mimicking us

A wind comes a stirring

And we fall to the ground in a hurry