The Leaf

Written in September 2009, when I was a junior in high school.

I'm just a leaf

silent and still,

touched by naught but the breeze

until autumn reveals

my secret fire

flaming red, orange, yellow

replacing summer's soft green

so calming and mellow.

People below always

stare up in wonder,

at this great God's working

whom all us are under.

The End

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