A leaf, in time, will reveal itself as a burst of life
before fading through to brittle once separated from the tree.
From nothing to green, to faded, to nothing
until it floats away with the breeze.
The list of reasons we could never share the tree escape me
All I know for sure is that I would rather live a short, burst of life in colour
than be tethered to you like I owe you my life.
I do not.