Leaves In The Wind Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Soon the leaves will grow,
Only to soon die.
Dark hues of Red, Green, Yellow, and Orange.
Sprout, Soaring through the air.
The days have grown longer
and the nights have gotten shorter.
Where do they truly go, the leaves.
The rustling sound heard from under designer shoes and
The tires of cars.
Crumbled rust soon to scatter in the wind.
The empathy of love, given back to once green reflections.
Mirroring themselves in the echos of the wind.
Now bitter strangers, passing themselves by as they never existed.
What is truly the meaning of love