Falling Leaves

• Matilda Millar-Carton, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2007

My leaves fall on the ground. My falling leaves. Red, green, yellow, orange. Beautiful colours crushed. Crushed beneath our feet. I pick up remnants. Remnants of leaves. I tell them it will be ok. It will be all fine. For now, at least. Who knows what the future may bring? Happiness, laughter and joy? Or sadness, misery and tears. That’s all my life has been so far. Tears. Tears of exhaustion, of sadness, or of hopelessness. There is one sort of tear I have never experienced. Tears of laughter, joy or relief. I don’t know how to smile anymore. But there is something beautiful in my midst. The sky. The colours of sky clash against my falling leaves. I will follow that beauty, falling leaves.

Will you join me?