A Leaf
A LEAF
To feed a tree I grasp Old Sol‘s energy
Using chlorophyll and carotene,
Which to you look green.
Absorbed by me, which you cannot see,
Light energies yellow, red, and blue
Are converted into chemistry, producing a tree
From ground-mined water and air-born CO2
Forming flowers, seeds, branches, life-giving O2,
And leaves like me too.
Now in the fall, from trees tall,
Nary a word do I utter
As downward I quietly flutter,
Giving up the ghost
From my summertime host.
Pals and I wave good-by
Such as to a Maple fellow
Who lost his green and now shows yellow,
And my friend, Ash, on a gentle glide,
Shows true color purple inside.
Mighty Oak, on the way to the ground,
Ha! Just plain old brown!
Whoops, too soon I spoke;
Cousin of his I see just as red as me!
Then their’s old Sassy-brass named Sassafras
With magnificent rainbow
Of red, orange, yellow.
Times before in days of yore,
We suffered mass cremations
Rapidly finalizing life cessation.
But now we lie onto Mother earth
From whence came my tree’s birth.
I leave behind a legacy
To prolong my family tree.
With renewal like me, same blood.
For lack of a better name,
We’ll just call him “Bud”.
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