Joy From Dead Leaves

The fall leaves beneath my feet Fell apart as I walked over them- So much I had forgotten the fact That they were once green gems. I enjoyed the sound that they made Crunching beneath my tread- So much I hadn’t given thought To the fact that they were dead. And when the trees grew leaves once more So full of life, so green, I wouldn’t give a thought at all To the sound that once pleased me. I would enjoy the sight of them, So high above my head- So much that I’d forget the fact I had enjoyed that they were dead.