Changes

A leaf,slowly quietly fell.
Was it orange or red?
I couldn’t tell.

Perhaps it was a leaf in a fairytale.
As it watched the protagonist grow.
And other leaves begin to fall.

Personalities begin to grow.
As the leaves slowly fell.
There is a story everyone tell.

Of a majestic,orange leaf in the wind,that danced like a ballerina.
That fell on the ground,far from the tree.
And the wind picked it up for me.

Seasons slowly changed,and so did the leaf.
Now it’s green and blossoms are blooming.
With leaves colored evergreen.

And it’s healthier than anyone has seen.
Before ,it was orange and fragile.
It was ready to fall.

Now it’s summer,sunshine.
And blossoms begin to grow.
Soon comes summer.

Hot weather,pink blossoms all around.
And not a speck of sadness to be found.
It slowly transitioned true.

And soon it became fully green.
It thought nobody could save it.
From the woes now evergreen.

And now,pink blossoms surround it.
It slowly grows healthier.
But also feels jealous,true.

Because of the blossoms’ colors.
It wanted to be pink too.
The leaf would always admire from afar.

And she wished she could be as pretty as a blossom.
She had hopes,that one day.
She’ll be juust like a blossom all the way.

She met a magical moon.
And it made her glow.
For once the leaf did not feel foul.

Not even in the hot summers .no.
Daily and nightly,she tried her best.
Coped by daydreams,peaceful rest.

The leaf hoped to be loved and adored.
It’s all it ever wanted.
And the moon eventually had it.

Forced to fall off the tree.
Just so monsters leave her be.
The leaf eventually fell.

As seasons change so well.