Regret the Spark of Death

Individual identical leaves line the forest floor
Dryer than the bones of the damned.
All separate, all brown, but all the same.
What defines leaf from leaf?

Green leaves, alive and moist are hardly seen throughout
But shine far brighter from the rays of the sun on their exterior.
These green leaves are flying high in the sky above the floor
While the brown stare up in malice.

A single leaf, once green, is now transformed blacker and dryer than the rest.
An idea sweeps through the damned embraced by a spark
Allowing all those to catch on to it.
The dryer the better from the perspective of the reaction.
Why are the green burning as well?

Save me from that spark, from these shackles;
I don’t want to burn with everyone else.
With more malice than the rest;
I look towards those that transcend me and ask for their forgiveness.

The brown are almost gone, burning at a faster and faster rate
While the green are all swaying in the wind, the reaction without the energy
Required for destruction.

The brown now cleansed off the forest floor
Destroyed by their own desires to be among the like.
It is only a matter of time when the floor will once again be established
Filled with those green forced brown.

Individual identical leaves line the forest floor
Dryer than the bones of the damned.
All separate, all brown, but all the same.
What defines leaf from leaf?

The spark flies, the chaos ensues.
How bad could being brown truly be when everyone green around me
That I’ve associated with all my life are now brown.
My only regret is allowing myself to be forced brown by those around me
Trying so very hard to express the inner green
Only to be forced brown out of fear
Unaware that being brown is death.