A Leaf in the Woods

When my days and nights have crumbled to dust
and the green canopy has become bare
when I have fallen to the earth's cold crust
I shall perish and not even time will care
as I plunge slowly to the earth's domain
where my decayed brown flesh is then entombed
with dead leaves scattered through the wood's terrain
to fill the air with stagnant scents consumed
through all the seasons of the year I go
summer's green to autumn's crown to turn brown
this change of color comes in silence, slow
to share with me though brief a golden crown
I wish my crown would last throughout the year
though it grows dim as winter's winds come near

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