I am a leaf
Without its tinct
One among many
Myself indistinct
Clutched by the arm
Of an autumn tree
Barren and brown
With nothing to breathe
Just like summer
And its dry heat
My color’s gone
My hue's left me
I’m just a leaf
I'm not unique
Like my fellows
On that old tree
I will fall soon
Inevitably
I will float down
On a fall breeze
I will lay claim
To grass as my bed
And I’ll lay to rest
A small spot of red
On thousands of blades
Of vibrant green
Their color is theirs;
No color for me
I’ll turn to brown
And I’ll become stiff
And just as with all
I’ll blow with the wind
Worn, colorless
Stiff, indistinct
I’ll be a leaf
Gone by with a blink
