By Jordan Mitchell

We began as green and vivacious, 

Overflowing with life. 

We were one part of something many 

We were Untouchable. 

Taking so much for granted 

We were unaware. 

When the end times approached 

We were unprepared. 

Fall. 

From green to yellow 

From yellow to brown 

From soft to brittle 

We spiral towards the ground. 

I twirl this way and that 

The wind catches my sides 

My landing is soft. 

No reason for me to cry. 

My friends drop all around me  

And they can’t say the same. 

Some get crushed.  

Things probably won’t be the same.