LEAVE!
 

Leave

O! Leave.
Yellow, red, orange
But mostly yellow.
You all start green,
Or sometimes red,
And end up brown,
To make humus
And feed your parent tree.

O! Leafs.
I rake you
And blow you
And drag you on my tarp
To the roadside,
Never burn you.
I don’t want to warm the globe.

O! Leaves.
From my maple trees
You fall to the ground,
Every fall.
Maple Leafs,
But not a hockey team,
But when I am done with you
My body feels like I just played three periods.

O! Leaf.
Beauty,
Pain
Oxygen creating,
Wind rustling
Shady, in the good way
Peaceful
Fire hazard
Life giver
I want to live
Where you surround me
And can stay
Where you lay

Very nice, Spexx.

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I'm patient enough to watch the grass grow... and we need a soul detecor on the internet cause sometimes poetry can say it loud enough...