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.


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.

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