I Am A Old Leaf... Poem by sehdev sharma

I am,
an old leaf.

There was a day,
when I sprouted,
along with my fellow leaves,
on the topmost,
branch of the big tree.

I was small,
I was fragile too,
but I was never scared.

In the long span of a year,
I saw, a summer, monsoon,
winter and autumn too.

I saw hatching of sparrows,
I watched the squerrels,
spriting on narrow braches,
I saw eagles, focusing on their prey.

I watched, cumbulous clouds,
thunderstroms, heavy winds,
chilly winter nights,
light drop of dews,
crawing over my body,
with the first ray of,
dawning Sun.

With the age,
I have to fall,
from the zenith,
to the nadir,
on the flour of Earth.

But I should be happy,
I vacanted a space,
for my successor,
to go through,
the experiences of life.

I am an old leaf,
who shed itself,
to pave path for the,
potential generation.

If possible,
give me,
my due respect,
before I decompose,
for ever,
in the lap of,
mother Earth.