Leaves

life would be so simple
if I were a leaf

no more judgement between us
we all flutter under the same branch
ready to lose strength
ready to become a pile of nest
ready for a spontaneous death
it’s like a love story, we give our life to our guests

we help all others grow
small green fresh clovers
or the huge tulip trees
we don’t care
I mean we’re all dead leaves
at the end.

Amber Akabuogu