Sunday, August 16, 2015

For The Leaves

It is just a dead leaf,
One among many more,
Somehow, slowly, alone breaking apart,
Then it comes back for more,

More life, spread out among more living things,
Maybe a dog and bird,
A little sprinkled in a blade of grass,
Some diluted through the veins of a nerd,

Acted upon in ways different than leaf,
Which seems so slow and calm,
Just absorb what you can, fall down and die,
Minimal commotion.

That's the whole show,
It's a shame it must end,
Who isn't tempted by the life of leaves,
When given the pain of this existence?

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