Autumn leaves

Young, green, and tender
the leaves rustle in the wind.
They cling on to the branches,
refusing to let go
and be blown away.
They hold on,
unyielding to the wind's breath.
As the seasons pass,
the leaves lose their youth.
Come autumn,
and they finally let go
surrendering to the wind's mercy.
They let go
and embraced their fate
for they knew
that endings are inevitable.
The cycle of life goes on
and there was nothing they could do!
In the prime of their lives,
they had been young and stupid.
They used to scorn and despise
the old leaves that had surrendered.
But as they turned
into old leaves themselves,
they realised that
letting go wasn't as bad
as they had imagined.

This post was written in response to Eugi’s Weekly prompt for this week – Autumn leaves. the challenge is to go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt. Click on the link to know more about this challenge and to read the entries by my fellow bloggers. Thank you, Eugi for hosting this challenge. 🙂

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