Authenticity

Making a lighthearted poem today

Like a leaf in the autumn
Turning crimson, orange or yellow
Each to its own beauty
Unique on it's own
Falls away from the branch
To land with all the others
That has fallen
Is authenticity

A leaf may lay among the pile
It may feel it is free when it is off the branch
But in the end it falls
Like the rest falls
It changes from its own unique green
To the shades of autumn
But it changes like the rest change
The only difference is its design and shade
Each to its own beauty
But still all leaves are beautiful
Especially when joined together
Showing their brilliance

So what do I have to say for authenticity?
I don't know
But aren't the leaves beautiful
this time of year

Author's Note

Hope everyone is having a happy fall this year!!

Reviews

[Zoe Richardson]

Wonderful final lines. What do any of us know of authenticity. We are poets. We spend our lives hiding behind our words. In the end, all we can do is create the kind of beauty in our lives that inspires others. Which is what you do here with falling leaves.

[Kady R.]

Thanks Zoe for such an encouraging review. I appreciate you reading my poem. Thanks againnn

Kady