
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.