Kamas wrote:The Leaf
As the golden sheets sway in the cooling breeze
One is torn from its origins and swirls downward.
In dismay, it stares up to where it had begun.
It remembered the warm summer winds,
Like the tickle of passing wings as birds fly by.
It remembered the dance of the fireflies
Twirling and spinning in its mind.
It remembered the smell of the curling smoke,
As its passing friends disappeared with a crackle.
It remembered the chatter of branches
As it gossiped with the wind.
With a little sigh the golden leaf melted away
Into the damp earth to grow again.
it's feathered red chest
The twinkling rays of sunlight dances
The flaming wildfire treesYou could have worded that ANY other way. I was confused for a second. Suddenly it sounded like the woods was on fire and that kinda ruined the peaceful flow of the poem. So yeah, maybe a different word there.
(it's me dancing) keep up your great work!!! As the golden sheets sway in the cooling breeze
In dismay, it stares up to where it had begun.
It remembered the warm summer winds,
With a little sigh the golden leaf melted away