The Little Boy

The leaves have fallen. 

They are changing. 

It's almost that time of year again. 

Over there, a little boy  

sits alone, 

his eyes filled with tears,

looking at a leaf 

placed on his tiny hands.

His teary eyes show sadness 

like the torn leaf 

he's holding.  

Suddenly a gush of wind 

so strong 

blows away his leaf. 

So, desperate, he chases after it. 

He chases it 

with all his might,  

longing for something, 

wishing for something.

His wish for something is 

closure. 

It is hope,

hoping for a new start, 

a new beginning.