LeafThe leaves are turning red, gold,Orange, brown, such a vast array of colors,But I'm still green, just old green,I haven't changed since summer,Except I've faded away, turned crisp,I can't tell if I'll ever get to sleep,Will I see spring, if even some early snow?I'm not like the others,They've changed, turned so pretty,So vibrant and harmonious,They all look the same,And I can only wish,I was more like them,I just don't fit it,I'm still green, I'm old,Is that good, is that good?Confusing are my thoughts,Why am I green,When those around me have changed,Changed to different colors,Who are they really?I don't think they've ch