The Leaf - Poem by Venus Lanaux
There once was a leaf that sat near the sun.
Of all of the closest, this was the one.
The leaf was consistent. Each day it sat high,
Until that one day when the leaf ran off with the sky.
Deserting the position once held with dedication,
The leaf burrowed a home for residual devastation;
Now, erect a monument of perpetual reservation-
A room of extreme dysfunction and hesitation
Because a leaf did what it was created to do best-
A leaf did what leaves do: A leaf up and left.
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