Leaves
By Katharine •
There lie the leaves
On the ground
Trampled by the young children
Running and laughing as they play
Was I not once a young child
Running and laughing as they do
Was I not once a happy little girl
With curly hair and a smile
Where did that little girl go
For I am now
Like the leaves instead
Fallen and crushed
Trampled by all who pass by
Maybe she is in heaven
For I do believe she has died