Falling

• Marianne Mckinnon, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

One by one, leaves fall, as to plea
Shedding off the splendid oak tree
Take me down, gravity use your force
It was clear – the leaves had no remorse

Twirling, twisting, turning, tumbling
The leaves spared no time for stopping or stumbling
With the breeze they sailed, uncontrolled and free
As they had opened the lock, and threw the key

Their destination reached, as soft met hard
Not any of the falling leaves were scarred
Still, as if dead, they laid in complete hush
Day to day, they were less lush

Leaves colourless, crushed and crumbled
Lay untouched, puzzled and jumbled
The days come and go, but still no motion
As if they had no way to show the last emotion