DEATH OF A LEAF

DEATH OF A LEAF                                                                          i was speaking to a tree yesterday afternoon, over the streets. They said- it was a part of me. and i realized-

i had always noticed it when it was shaking hands with the air, tied with the branches and saying HI, to me all the times. but, now, when i was walking , i could not force my selves to notice it, when it was lying under my shoes. CRYING, when i hit it with my shoes.

yes, its into my nature. i IGNORE things. when they DIE.

so,  M I? SCARED OF DYING, BECAUSE I THINK, PEOPLE WILL IGNORE MY PRESENCE, AFTER I DIE?