Twisting, and turning.
Amongst the currents of air.
This symbol of life,
once so green.
Now floats along with death.
Small and simple,
this piece of growth.
Soon becomes withered.
By natures purest cold.
The darkness of night approaches.
The cold seeps close,
as warm draws far.
The snow takes hold,
as winter sets in.
No longer green, but white with beauty.
The leaf says goodbye to its once humbled home.