Gumleaf

I lay 

on the ground sulking

l lost my family 

I’m the colour of rust, spotty and rough.

all l can smell is grass

all l can taste is grass 

all l can touch is grass

all l can hear is leaves moving in the breeze

as it whispers -

Whoosh!

A gust of wind blows.

My friends… we lay together

sad, but we have each other

so we celebrate

I am old now.