Never grow up.
Some people are so fragile —
They fall like the autumn leaves.
They are left there on the sidewalk, in the rain,
Until a person finds interest in them, and scoops them up,
Saving them from destruction.
The fragility shouldn’t fool them —
Each of these leaves are so unique,
With their own different design,
Each with a different shade of brown, orange, and red.
Unfortunately, the majority is ignorant to these falling leaves,
As they are too engulfed in the pace of life.
Every fall, the leaves are raked off to the side and thrown in the dump.
But can people see their beauty?
Or are they just wild-minded giants who enjoy stomping and crushing the lives of these weak, but strong-hearted beings?