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Leaf Factories Or Just Rake the Leaves Without Whining By: Tom Wright
Leaf Factories Or Just Rake the Leaves Without Whining By: Tom Wright
Leaf Factories
or
Just Rake The Leaves Without Whining
By: Tom Wright
11/25/99
I see leaves,
in assorted hues of red, yellow, and rust,
reminding me of paint splotches,
from the palate of some Grand Master,
moving ever slightly with each wind gust.
They blanket the ground as color on canvas,
and in thought I try to see
just how it would be, if God,
like man, had tired from His labors
and foregone speaking into existence the tree.
I ponder, where would the creatures stay,
both great and small,
or where would songbirds build their sheltered nests'
if no trees existed
from which these leaves would fall.
I think, where would I, find welcome shade
to escape the midday heat,
and of the holes I dig each spring,
for the planting of other trees,
and the potential joy that each might bring.
I think of things we build from wood
and of clean fresh air as photosynthesis takes place.
Then with sheepish look,
in haste, I rake, shred, and compost
until there's left no trace.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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