I was a green shallow leaf shivering in the cold,

 You were a rigid, hard tree I cling on;

Through days, talking to you was gold,

Colorful memories; daylight we set upon

as you were serving as my mold

I was a green shallow leaf shivering in the cold,

Glowing with health,

Every passing day, we were told

that the day lasts with stealth

and everything was bold.

I was a green shallow leaf shivering in the cold,

Bound by the winds that blew drastically;

Bound by the thunder that hides in the clouds,

As your grasp onto me flees,

Your fake smile and tough expression shrouded.

I was a green shallow leaf shivering in the cold,

Gravitated to the ground,

As my heart and brain molds,

My mouth not uttering a sound;

My pigments breaking from the fall.

I was a green shallow leaf shivering in the cold,

From this angle, I saw

How you talk to the others without a fold

About how the days were; its beauty and its flaw

Until I fell to my death and suffered shock.

I was a green shallow leaf shivering in the cold

And you were strong and rigid;

As your fate tied to the crowd,

and mine tied to yours and my death, so frigid;

my eyes faded to oblivion as yours kept everyone loud.