Tree's Leaf

A poem I just whipped up when I was in the mood to write. I hope you enjoy it.

“Just one leaf,”

said the tree to I

“to color in the wind

and blossom away

for the land beyond

my outstretched arms.”

“Must it be,”

asked I to the tree

“that it be so soon?

I haven't really grown,

nor much talent shown

to thee whom beholds me.”

“Listen to me,”

said the tree to I

“do you see these leaves?

they haven't grown

nor much talent shown

to me who lets them be.”

“Why is it me,”

pleaded I to the tree

“who is the only leaf

that does these things.

I do nothing special,

why is it me?”

“You are my son,”

whispered the tree to I

“only I held you here,

only I watched you here,

and only I loved you here.

Always, you are my son.”

slowly, the tree faded

as nature grasped me

once again, free to the wind

but held to my heart

as each second grows

and swallows me whole.

Author's Note

I wrote this basically on the fly, so I know it's far from 'perfect'. So criticism wanted!

Reviews

[papillon afflutter]

Wonderful! It is a good thing to be loved to the end!