Every Leaf

I'm not sure why every leaf must die,

moaning softly, extending to the sky.

One last chance to reach the clouds

before falling gently to the ground.

I'm not sure why every leaf must die,

turning all colors before it's time.

Triumphant orange and dazzling reds

before falling gently to the forest bed.

I'm not sure why every leaf must die,

crunched underfoot on sidewalks, and I

unknowingly, decide their fate,

stomping leaves as they await.

Raked away then thrown away,

those unsuspecting leaves.

Fallen and forgotten,

such is the life of these.

The heat begins to melt away.

The leaves began to change today,

and even now, they start to cry.

I'm not sure why every leaf must die.