Change
I watched from inside
Sitting and staring from afar
Observing them all dried,
My what colors they are!
Swaying and twirling in the gust,
Studying them is a must.
Always changing with the season
Just like others,
With no fine reason.
When I think I found another
They “whoosh” away,
And leave me all stray.
Yellow, green, orange, and red
Changing minds like the leaves
Always leaving me feeling nothing but dread.
Telling them they are undeceived,
Causes much grief
As someone has to be there to pick up the leafs.
I step back a bit
And watch the last one fall.
It had to be quits,
Why there is nothing else to do but bawl.
All the colors represent something
But they are absolutely nothing.