Here is a new autumn-themed poem I would like to share:
The Reluctant Leaf
The last maple leaf
didn’t want to leave the tree,
even though his mother
told him it was time to go,
time to break free from the limb
and fall to the ground.
The little leaf said,
“Why, why must I leave
when I can still cling to this tree?”
“Because,” his mother replied,
“it’s part of life, the cycle of nature—
we drop to the ground during fall
and return in the spring.
So come on, let go.”
“I will not. I will not,” the little leaf said.
But a stiff wind stirred and the leaf
lost its grip and twirled to the earth,
falling into his mother’s arms,
and joining his other leaf friends.
“See, that’s not so bad, is it?” his mother said.
“No Mom,” the little leaf said.
But then he asked, “Mom, am I still a leaf
if I am no longer connected to the tree?”