The crisp autumn air is filled <br />With the scent of fallen leaves.. <br />It's almost as if they're just <br />Cast away from their parent trees <br />Because they have served their purpose <br />Of keeping them alive. <br />And the oaks have long forgotten <br />The debt owed to them. <br />They just cast the leaves away <br />From their lives <br />Used and unwanted <br />In this world. <br />Scattered along the ground <br />Their souls shiver in the mass grave <br />That they were forced into, <br />By the ones who raised them, <br />All too early.<br /><br />Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-is-called-fall-for-a-reason/
