Little red oak leaf
lying in the sun
Are you sad that your life is over?
All you have to look forward to
to be trampled beneath the feet of man
lost amongst the golden carpet
of leaves upon the ground?
Did you worry before you fell
of future's certain fate?
when Autumn's first chill
down your spine did run?
When you wake up on a frosty bed
do you mourn your home above?
Your life in the lofty heights
and the warm sunny skies?
Does life seem cruel and harsh?
Or are you happy
now all your work is done?
Most beautiful of leaves
are you happy to play your part?
although no eye may ever see
the climax of your
beauty
in your dying breath?
But even beneath this charcoal gray sky, simple things that are here and gone - celebrate the day :) Very nicely written. Poetry and pictures <3
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