The Fallen Leaf It floated away on a gentle stream
A leaf that had fallen with the change of season
It swirled and flowed with the trickle of the water
And found itself attached to a rock;
A large heavy rock in the middle of the stream.
There it found a safehaven, as it clinged to the rock.
Safe from the damages that were possibilities
When drifting upon unknown waters
It eventually found itself back in the water
Only to find that the waters have gotten rough
It began to twirl uncontrollably
Being tossed from side to side
Scraping against the other rocks in the stream
Being torn, losing its shape
And eventually coming to a stop upon the shore.
The shore was barren, quiet, and desolate
And though it held nothing for this leaf
Nothing to cling to, nothing to move with
It held nothing to harm it, and therefore
It was the perfect final location for this leaf
Who had lost its luster in the turn of the season