Hanging on the branches
Swinging with the wind
I had many pals
All so pretty as me
We were a happy family
Of brother leaves, sister fruits
With our mother tree
And the father root
One day our rival storm came by
And created a disaster so hurtful
I was separated from my family
And felt it was the end of my world
I floated in a large river
Moving with the speed of water
Then I felt someone on my back
And it was a little ant
We became great buddies
And my life was again filled in with a ray of hope
As they say that life goes on
I consoled myself and went on and on....
Kavitha Krishnamurthy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autobiography-of-a-leaf/
