On verdant leaf, a strange spot's birth
A tiny mark, of life and mirth
It spreads its hue, like morning dew
And turns the green, to yellow anew
The leaf, once full, now withers slow
As if the sap, began to flow
In reverse, a tale of woe
As nature's beauty, starts to go
The tree, above, with sorrow's sigh
Watches its child, begin to die
It weeps, in silence, tears of pain
For life's brief span, and fleeting gain
The wind whispers secrets, as it blows
Of life's transience, and nature's woes
The leaf, now yellow, starts to fall
And with it, memories, of life's call
*an AI assisted poem
