fish fodder

by M Nv

An Oak Leaf floats down the river, wondering:

why did my limbs abandon me?

I provided them with life, energy,

sugars from my own cells,

I gave them everything I had to offer,

asking for nothing, but to be held.

But these waters, in return, give naught,

and soon my existence will succumb

and I will be merely fish fodder.

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