Fall Leaves

Leaves twist and turn,

in the wind,

as if they know,

the end is neer.

Changing colors,

changing shades,

as if there sick to there stomachs.

Days pass,

a few leaves,

still hang.

Dreading the time,

that they have to fall.

A few fall,

floating in the breeze.

There end has come,

know they done.