Dead Leaf

She spent her life
High in a tree
Giving oxygen,
Eating CO2,
Providing shade,
Her once green body
Will turn yellow,
Then brown,
Before the tree
Releases its hold.
The leaf has fallen,
Hidden in the grass,
Her last resting place.
Her body will curl,
Become brittle,
Crumble
And turn to dust.
As it must
In the cycle of life.