The Golden Maple Leaf Poem by Comfort Zone

With gentle strokes
You sweep the maple leaves
Off the ground
On your wings of fantasy;
Lift them up to your cloud kingdom,
Let them feel at cloud nine,
And then -
Just dropp them
One by one,
Enjoying their downfall
Headlong,
Back to their basic reality.
And say to your self:
“Feel privileged
I gave you
An experience of a lifetime
You deserved no better”.

Only once,
Amidst the others,
Was a golden maple leaf
You tried to lift it
With all your strength,
But it proved too heavy for you.

You had overlooked
It was firmly rooted to the gravity.
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