Leaves
-
Aleisha Baker, Grade 8
-
Poetry
-
2010
Leaves are like people in a way,
Waking up to each new day,
Watching the sun shine,
Growing older with time.
Dancing to a silent song,
The movements being very strong.
Whistling a merry tune,
All the way from March to June.
The changing of the skin,
Is where death begins.
When their time comes,
Motionless, they become.