My Memoirs...

My Memoirs..

I was born, not too long ago
In the beginning of spring..
Everyone around me would quip
"Isn't she a dainty little thing?"

My friends and I swayed
And played in the warm breeze.
People called us cute and lovely.
Life was moving with so much ease..

We slowly grew strong and healthy,
In the warmth of the summer sun.
Little ones becoming bigger,
Growing together was a lot of fun!!

I enjoyed the early raindrops
the drizzles and the heavy rains..
We stood strong and faced storms,
Withstood tornadoes and hurricanes..

But later I became discoloured,
Red sometimes and other times yellow.
Standing strong was in the past,
I started becoming shaky and mellow.

Now as I lie on my death bed of grass,
I honestly feel no traces of grief..
Young ones will grow again next spring,
After all, I'm just another leaf...