The Angels Were Generous

Autumn Leaf, Autumn Love

Starting its life fresh and new-green
It reaches for the sun and for life,
Paling through its time.
A final blaze of hues,
Glorious, passionate, bright.
Breaking from its safe mother-tree,
It falls softly, floating downward.
A breeze cools its, wafts it,
Plays with it as it tumbles.
Landing unnoticed in a heap,
Its glory faded and brown,
It dries and loses its color,
Crumbling and returning to earth,
The cycle will start again.
As it breaks that final time
I realize that it’s not just a simple leaf,
The entire time it was my heart.