The Life Of A Falling Leaf

This is a poem from the perspective of a leaf. It is about the feelings of a leaf, about how it feels when it sees other leaves falling and how it feels when it actually starts to fall.

Life is a bed of roses
It was what I thought
Until it turned into a
Thick thorny mattress, wrought
To show me what life exposes

I was a young merry leaf
Playing with bright butterflies
Giving shelter to starlings
But time relentlessly flies
Suddenly breaking this lively dream

I saw my leaf mates fall
And return they never did
I thought it was a journey
Thought about the fruits of fun they reaped
And waited for my turn to fall

Autumn grew nearer, and
I started mirroring the sun
It was time, I thought
And waited for the descent to begin
And with the wind, I lunged

Falling felt like flying
In the fancy valleys of happiness
Everything was so blissful
Not a stain of misery to witness
And I kept on falling

My expectations were soaring
Until splash! I fell in a puddle
Suddenly the light started darkening
As water seeped into my veins with a gurgle
The fantasy land I imagined, shattering

Now I knew the fate of others
As the inevitable hit me
My journey would start now
The long journey of eternity
Away from the childish thoughts

Life is like a fragile glass
It breaks if it falls
But someday I'll be back
On the same ole' tree with my folks
To again play with bright butterflies

Author's Note

Every kind of review is welcome. I'm new to poetry and would like honest criticism to improve my work.

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

An inventive write. A leaf falling into the unknown, at the end of its known journey... like a human falling into the unknown when dying. Allegorical and thought-provoking!