The Injustice Of Leaves Poem by Bill Upton

Autumn leaves don't fall.
They are pushed.
They are strong-armed into their demise
By harsh charging winter winds and chill and rain.
No, they do not voluntarily go away.
Remember how they enjoy the summer,
Filled with the chlorophyll of life,
Holding firmly to their grip on the branches,
Reaching up each morning for the nourishing rays of sunshine-
Vitally smiling in their glimmering best green hues.
Autumn begins the problem,
Suffocating the color from their bodies,
Weakening their toehold on the perches of their trees.
It expedites their surrender by cutting off their light supply,
Replacing it with a gray cloud tarpaulin,
A vitamin D- eliminating life support atmosphere.
No, autumn leaves don't fall.
Rain falls,
Snow falls,
Temperatures fall,
Night falls-
Autumn leaves are ambushed.
They are mortally wounded by the elements,
And in Mother Nature's court of justice,
There will never be an honest witness who will testify...
Differently.