A Tale Of Dry Leaves....

A wind passed,
dry leaves flew in the air,
Away from whom they trusted,
in their path getting a tear.

Changing at every stage,
from green to yellow to mustardish brown,
Trying not to burst in rage,
they still are jewels fallen from a crown.

Taking their last breath,
frustrated in the loss of someone close,
Seeking a smile in that one breath,
another end they couldn’t have chose.

Still in the air flying,
going in every direction they can,
To go back they are trying,
but can’t as life has put a ban.

Now its reached the ground,
even the ground is rough,
Fallen on the ground safe and sound,
but now the ending is tough.

Now they are suffering from pain,
and are thinking of the past,
All the good times have gone in vain,
they want to regain the trees trust.

However now all the dry leaves will perish without anyone with them…….