Leaf Envy


Fall leaves at the edge of the streets
near lighted lamp posts
where people meet
to say hello.
Oranges, yellows, even reds
partnered with the green grass-
1,000 heads
Staring at the magnificent beauty
of the leaves.
Oh how the grass wishes it was
of the bright-eyed leaves,
flying up near the sun
in the chilly, fall breeze.
But little do they know
the leaves will soon wither and tear,
freezing from the snow
but still they hope.
They hope to be of the leaves,
look like them, feel like them
fall from the trees-
like a feather.
If only they grasped who they are
stretching near and far
much stronger than leaves
but still they hope.

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