Askew

Life lessons from a leaf

    Leaves grow without designation,

always green and sometimes myriad

     as long as the branch exists with sunlit strength

they have a place to sustain / years' imperial / lengths...

 

     Should the tree from where belongs

the veins of a leaf is chlorofyl'd / dies

     blown away to chaotic winds - must fly,

brown and brittle from harsh weathers :

     life pulled in unknown dark directions

becomes a pile / among the deadening, perplexions

     gathered and raked together for disposal

back to the ground to feed the living / roots...

 

     Like a lesson for and of nature

cruel and pure is destiny's song of fate

     a leaf, in time, must go to sleep

as often times with life / cannot wait

     should the winds of passing be kind,

and we stay close to this tree & our minds

     heed the lessons of our history / roots...

inspiration is a leaf / life becomes not so askew /

     and from the seeds of us become anew...