Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Leaving

I watch my comrades one by one,

Leaves leaving the limbs we have known.

Our season's over and done.

I take this last trip of my own,

Joining below my comrades all,

No longer young green but old brown.

I feel the air pass as I fall,

Feel mixed emotions going down.

All in all a good life I've had

In time and place upon this tree.

So leaving leaves this leaf some sad,

But I know this is meant to be.

My destiny I leave to claim,

Back to my roots from whence I came.