Leaves

A leaf, an expression

Of a tree’s devotion

To nature’s greenery

An ever-changing scenery

Waxy and richly veined

To a branch, they’re chained

Tempted by the wind

Remaining where pinned

Both beauty and necessity

In the mind, it’s a rarity

Amid the changing scenes

We create hard routines

Unable to fall like leaves

The old, memory retrieves

Barren to new growth

There’s boredom we loathe