A Leaf That Died In Spring

For a leaf that fell in Spring, I cried.

Far before its time, it died.

I wonder, are other leaves appalled

or is that part of life, leaves fall?

Could it be that leaf believed

by its loss the tree’s relieved?

Less encumbered, the parent thrives

instead of mourning its leaves lives.

It makes no sense, green leaf on ground.

To branch and sky it should be bound

to herald the growth of family tree,

and losing this angers me.

Why if I was made to see

my worth in time, could it not be

this leaf, too, could be made to learn

that it had colors yet to turn?

stupid leaf, pitiless God,

to waste this life, turning to sod.

For a leaf that fell in Spring and died,

for its soul, and mine, I cried.