I am not the leaf

I am not the leaf that yellows and browns
and floats to the ground
as the world watches on….

I am not the leaf that dries and gets crusty,
and brittle and breaks
I am not the leaf that’s pierced by the rake.

I am not the leaf whose destination’s unknown
I am not the leaf that by the wind is thrown.

No, I am not the leaf tossed by the tempest storm
And I am not the leaf that’s stepped
on the sidewalk till worn

I am not the leaf.

I am not

the leaf

I am not the leaf.