Leaves Poem by Christina J. Williams

Leaves



Leaves fall down on the ground.

Yellow.

Green.

Brown.

Which ones are the better leaves?



All of them are equal for they are all leaves.

Each leave may have a different shape and color but still not better than the other.



For humans are similar to leaves we may all have different shapes, sizes, and talents.

But all still human beings.



We fall.

We rise

And then pick ourselves up.



So we all aren't better than each other.

But just have different talents.

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