The ripened falcate
Sways a lonely sway
Chilling winds soar down upon his figure
Gravity. Force.
Mother nature pressing her thin lips
Goodbye.
Waves to her children and allows
them to fall
Crying, The baby leaf cries
Chlorophyll flowing, tears melting
Dependant.
This lone falcate.
Now brittle, old and brown.
Is fading into his earth
Sedentary.
He fades into the seasons.
Fading. Waiting.
Waiting. Waiting.
Waiting for the next fall.
This poem was written for my girlfriend because she told me she liked it when I wrote poetry XD This is my favourite one.
Also, can someone tell me the effect I've got with my single word lines, because I like them but im clueless as to how they affect my poem.