an elegy on the death of a leaf

*An* *elegy* *on* *the* *death* *of* *a* _leaf_ ..... A schoolboy named Life looked skyward and saw A leaf falling. Carrying the dying thing In its bosom ,the wind Whistled a funeral tone. Its arms frail from a long journey ,dropped the lost thing in the schoolboy's arm where in dying breath,the leaf whispered "you lied!" The boy smiled in childish innocence And he let the leaf fall further:'A dry leaf on a busy road' as it saw life walking past, Untill a schoolgirl named Death came hopping by and without looking down She trampled it to dust.