Falling Leaves

Falling Leaves

There I was atop the tree, trying to survive.
The moisture sucked away by my host.
I clung to that limb, barely alive.
In early autumn, I'd just sit and roast.
Finally the wind took me away, I flew like a ghost.
I had no control over where I would land.
The things that I liked and remembered the most,
Clouds gentle rain upon the sand.
The rainbow's color in long slender bands.
But suddenly, I came crashing to the ground,
My outer shell was all dried and tanned.
I Broke into pieces with a crackling sound.
Returning swiftly, the grass took me over.
Then part of me came back as a four leaf clover.

(Spenserian)