The slender branches--and crisp leaves

The slender branches--and crisp leaves

That kiss the aqua sky--

Possess Beauty unperceived

Until they begin to die--

For all the oranges--and reds

Are only colors of death

Which blow away--

Dry and decayed

A memory unkept.

If only Life was appreciated

While time had stood by--

Maybe the leaves wouldn't have to--

Wither away and die.