The Dead Leaf
I decided to take a walk
In a garden near my place
For I thought I willl feel better there
And my emptiness, it will erase
But I felt even more left out there
Seeing all those people laughing around
So I decided to sit alone under a tree
And that's when I noticed a leaf on the ground
It seemed so lonely down there
I felt as if it was just like me.
It looked so lifeless and hopeless
Seperated from its brethren and from its tree
Was it the the wind going by
That detached it from the tree.
Neither knowing the damage it will cause
Nor how painful, for the leaf, it will be.
Maybe the tree was just too arrogant,
Thinking it was so mighty and tall
Hoping that it will get rid of the leaf
For it was so weak, dry, and small.
Or was it the sun that burned it down
Or was it the lack of rain
That the leaf couldn't stay with his family
And it had to go through its pain
But, I think it was the leaf itself
trying to fall off of the tree
Dreaming that someday it will fly,
Someday it will finally be free
But parting away from the tree
meant death, The leaf never knew
So apart from dying slowly,
There is nothing that it can do.
But at the end of the day,
The leaf got what it wanted
It wished so badly for it
That its freedom was finally granted.
But what good is freedom,
If it means to be left alone,
If it means having noone by your side,
If it means to never be known?
© peepo
In a garden near my place
For I thought I willl feel better there
And my emptiness, it will erase
But I felt even more left out there
Seeing all those people laughing around
So I decided to sit alone under a tree
And that's when I noticed a leaf on the ground
It seemed so lonely down there
I felt as if it was just like me.
It looked so lifeless and hopeless
Seperated from its brethren and from its tree
Was it the the wind going by
That detached it from the tree.
Neither knowing the damage it will cause
Nor how painful, for the leaf, it will be.
Maybe the tree was just too arrogant,
Thinking it was so mighty and tall
Hoping that it will get rid of the leaf
For it was so weak, dry, and small.
Or was it the sun that burned it down
Or was it the lack of rain
That the leaf couldn't stay with his family
And it had to go through its pain
But, I think it was the leaf itself
trying to fall off of the tree
Dreaming that someday it will fly,
Someday it will finally be free
But parting away from the tree
meant death, The leaf never knew
So apart from dying slowly,
There is nothing that it can do.
But at the end of the day,
The leaf got what it wanted
It wished so badly for it
That its freedom was finally granted.
But what good is freedom,
If it means to be left alone,
If it means having noone by your side,
If it means to never be known?
© peepo