The Dry Leaf

I wake up as a fold of soft green
With a lovely hope to see the world unseen
The blow of the gentle morning breeze cold
Jolting awake into the new day with a story untold

Surrounded by leaves darker and stronger than me
Lush with greenery as far as the eyes can see
Dew falls on me like a rain droplet
Making me refeshed and energized as I can get

I hear a humming sound far far away
Could see the strong and mightiest of the trees sway
Crack! Whoosh!! and the earth beneath me trembled
Men, I now see with their machinery assembled

The air once so fresh, lost its cool & charm
Fear crossed my heart as we lay in the path of harm
I remained motionless with my green kin helplessly
As the men mowed their machines on us recklessly

I lay on the ground, damp and cold
with fellow leaves new and old
Dirt and mud splattered on us
I wondered who were they who couldnt care less?

Turning brown at the ends spoiling my light green complexion
Hurts to see myself in the water's reflection
I realise my end, I see my doom
Why am I destroyed before I could bloom?

I stare at the blue sky as I turn brown
The sun's warm rays mercilessly glaring down
I close my eyes resigning, pondering over my worthless existence
While more trees blend with the ground at a distance...