Leaves falling
down the trees,
away from their homes
for so many years.
Into the green ground
they fall,
swept away by the wind
they go.
Floating from
places to places,
through the air
finding that solace.
Rake gathering
the leaves,
piled together
in the cold breeze.
From the branches
to this pile.
It felt home
for awhile.
Until the fire
catches.
And life
flashes,
leaves turned
to dust and ashes.
Branches grow
new leaves,
and the cycle
repeats.
Poignant piece of work.
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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My pleasure dear!:)
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I love this piece! I will spare you of the Leaf writing I did in grade school. haha. However, it is the piece that gave me the idea for a children’s book-so I guess that is a good thing!
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I appreciated that you took time to read this 🙂
leaf is really a great subject to write about lol have a great week.
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