The Different Perspective

One person see's a dried leaf on a tree,

Thinking it's ugly and useless,

And no use can come out of it,

And walks away,

Without thinking much about it,

But I see it as a soul,

Who is trying to survive on its own,

And beautiful in its own way,

Even in its devastating state, it's providing tree with all needed values,

Giving all comfort and support,

But also trying to be not fall apart from it's family,

And making as many everlasting memories as it wants,

It's trying its best to give its last best shot to tree before it dies,

It's not a fool's task,

But task of a loved one,

Who will be with you forever and will love you till it's last breath.