I watched a yellow leaf.


As it slowly fluttered by. 

Away from where it started,

leaving yesterday goodbye. 

The wind, it seemed to take it, 

On a journey far from here.

The beauty of it floating,

Made me stop to give a cheer. 

Hurry little yellow leaf
,

You must get out while you can.


The harshness of this life
,

Is coming to crush you with its hand. 

It didn’t heed my cry.
,

I was just a weary soul.


It was happy to be free.,

Said “freedom, this you do not know.” 

I too was born to fly.
,

I never needed anything.


The happiness inside
,

Carried me on feathered wings. 

“No one wants to see you fly.”


I learned the other day,


Jealousy and envy stab
,

And other hurtful words they say.

I can barely lift my head up, 

Little yellow leaf,

Be careful when you’re flying, 

I am overcome with grief. 

I don’t think I can fly now,

Even if I wanted too.

I’ll just watch from here,

And live my dreams through you. 

©2014 Marsha Lynn Brown