Challenge
"I'm not sure why every leaf must die..."
Create a poem with this beginning.
A Mindless Fate
I’m not sure why every leaf must die.
There comes a day when one does try
To hang on to its sturdy friend
But this one’s life, must too, end.
It joins the mass grave of fallen colors
Finding a place to rest among its brothers.
The colorful pile might bring some joy
To a photographer or a jumping boy.
But most become composted gunk
Wallowing there beneath the trunk.
Let’s celebrate their mindless fate
And for their return patiently wait.
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