Damaged Elegance
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Jessica Rose, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2016
A withered leaf began to droop,
Falling from the tree.
It was turning old and brown,
The plant was barely green.
As it floated through the air
And rested on the ground,
The gentle leaf lay beautifully
And barely made a sound.
The life of this decaying leaf
Was coming to its end.
If only it could fall back up,
Then re-attach and mend.
But broken things don’t fix easily,
There’ll always be a sign
That harsh conditions and carelessness
Destroy things over time.