THE FALLEN LEAF

The fallen leaf lay still, with a wish so deep,

To be green again, and on the branch to leap.

Its vibrant green had faded away,

And left it with nothing left to say.

But perched up high, a cuckoo did dwell,

With wisdom in its voice, it had a tale to tell.

"Dear fallen leaf, why so forlorn?

You still have value, even if worn."

"The soil below, it needs you so,

To decompose and let new life grow.

You may have fallen, but your role's not done,

Embrace it well, and bask in the sun."

Stunned the leaf, never had it thought,

That in its death, a new life could be wrought.

For now it knew, life's not just about living grand,

But even the fallen have a role to stand.

The wise cuckoo smiled, as it flew away,

Leaving the leaf to its new role, to decay.

For it knew, that in nature's grand scheme,

All life has a purpose, a vital theme.