Is This Life A Test? Poem by ashley roberts

Falling leaves off of a wilting tree as they dropp so slow and soft twirling so silently
With a quiet tap they touch the ground with no one else around its the only sound
Finches hopping branch to branch tree to tree the tears i once cried cant defeat me
With a soft breeze on my neck the wind blows away the years of hurt only ive seen
As night draws close the sun retires in to the darkness i feel my head lay to rest
I wake up in my own bed back at home with the war outside forever wondering...
Is this life a test?