Leaf

I love this poem, it was one I wrote last year for eight grade English. *sigh* Those were the days...

Whistling wind,
a tender leaf blows.
Sailing,
carefree on that breeze.
Treetops wave hello,
to the leaf flying
up high.
Gentle waves,
lap against the sand
as the leaf blows.
Rushing rapids,
the leaf flutters,
panicking.
Over the edge it falls,
Down
Down
Down
It lands to rest,
in eternal slumber.
Sleep.