Leaf
Gently, gently now I float,
Towards the hard cold ground,
I may land upon a boat,
Or on a solid mound,
Then my eyes saw it clearly,
The twisted metal of your arm,
You reach to stab me brutally,
But a gust of wind carries me out of harm,
You reach higher and I am stuck,
In metal branches now,
Apparently I have no luck,
I cannot take a bow,
My golden body left for dead,
Oh wait I see a child's head!
