A maple leaf

I am a fallen maple leaf

a leaf which has a story,

A story about getting

faded with the lapse of time.

A story about changing hue,

from shiny green to

crimson red,

to the bright yellow,

to the monochromatic

dead and dry matter

I've seen it all,

I changed my colors too,

That's what I am destined to do

I am beautiful when about to fall

Isn't this the irony about you all?

my perished existence

I get controlled by

the swirls of wind,

Sometimes I am taken

to an unknown place,

while sometimes I am just laying there

depending entirely for an unknown stroke

of wind to take me away.