We all were once
green leaves
plucked by someone daily

some kissed us sweetly
then after the fragrance taken
threw it back into a drain
to again
with the earth meet
for certain

some leaves are plucked
and made into tea
but many
like you and me
are placed in confined valleys
or drier allies
in water filled glasses

then just to be thrown
down the drain
not to leave
even a trace of memory

like you and me
you live still
but what of me
just another dying
autumn leaf