The dried leaf had a tale to narrate,
A tale of sacrifice!
A tale of change!
The soft wind created a rhythm,
Paths left trails of failure
Seasons came and went,
Green leaves emerged again.
With lots of pride, it twirled in rain!
“I can never fall” – it said once
Dry leaf silently smiled.
There came a day,
Greens turned to browns,
Alas! It fell down!
Pride was crumpled,
And grief was surrounded.
A tale begun yet again!
