By Jordan Mitchell

We began as green and vivacious,

Overflowing with life.

We were one part of something many

We were Untouchable.

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Taking so much for granted

We were unaware.

When the end times approached

We were unprepared.

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Fall.

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From green to yellow

From yellow to brown

From soft to brittle

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We spiral towards the ground.

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I twirl this way and that

The wind catches my sides

My landing is soft.

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No reason for me to cry.

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My friends drop all around me

And they can’t say the same.

Some get crushed,

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Things probably won’t be the same.