Nostalgic Poem by Ima Ryma

I am a leaf that came in spring,
And take my place with many more.
It is just a natural thing.
But there are times I've yearning for
My beginnings within this tree.
As I was taking form to sprout
There was such nurturing for me.
I felt more safe inside than out.
But then came time to take my place
With all the other leaves outside,
With all those unknowns I would face.
Past nostalgia I kept as guide.

It is the time of fall and so
Back to my roots I yearn to go.