It lost its struggle to remain A leaf upon a tree, And though it clung tenaciously It now has fallen free. When spring began it wasn’t there, Unfettered was the tree By leaves of any sort or size And sunshine rained on me. But summer brought a jubilee Of leaves that grew to green; And rays of light that once poured in Would elsewhere then convene. As fall begins to settle in The leaves begin to brown, And shade cast by their canopy Is lost when they fall down. Yesterday the leaf clung firm Though green to brown it turned, But now beneath the oaken branch Upon the ground lies spurned. Its purpose served, it now returns To feed and fuel the earth From which it sprung, it now fulfills The calling of its birth.