One

One tree
Too many leaves
It's only a desire
To light a spark
Create fire
Leaving regrets behind the door
Falling leafs lye stranded
Bystanders may find one
But not the one you have lost
Plucked by the wind
Left for dead
Lost in the winter's breeze
Many branches have lost their leaves
A cold concoction is your cure
Waiting for spring an unbearable chore
New leaves will be made
but none like
The one on the floor