This was written in the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore year of High School. It was a way for me to branch out and explore a more visual way of writing poetry. I think it actually detracts from the message.
Leaf
sitting on a branch
in the fall
wondering whether to drop
and join the status quo.
To be a sheep huddled in a blanket of yellows, oranges and reds
protected in a sea of similarity
Or to stay and enjoy the view
of mountains, lakes and other naked trees.
Ever curious of the abrasive fall
to submit to gravity’s eternal ploy
swoop away from its lofty perch
and to not
be
alone
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