A rusty orange, you are

The texture of dry rice paper

A fallen leaf

Lying before my feet

Where did you come from?

Was it a long trip?

How sad it is

No one has come to greet you

Not a friendly pine needle

Or a gregarious dandelion seed

No, only I

A stranger, a human

I don’t even speak your language

How lonely you must be!

I cannot offer much

I do not know

Your intended destination

But I shall freely give

A heartfelt smile

Filled with the hope

You find your bliss

And this lonely moment

Be forgotten evermore

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