the broken leaf

I lay tere on the street
deserted,
I belonged to the tree, now no more,
I lay there, broken...
I lay there, as if I was never from those softwoods
I felt the pain, but had no words to explain
I wanted to go back, go back to my roots,
I saw people pass by, they didn't seem to care
they didnt bother to notice me lying on the soil
I was hurt, again and again
I cried and cried, but realised that no one can hear me
because I am the Broken leaf.