A Tree

A tree extends itself, by branch, by breeze
To the length, to the tip, to the end of its reach
 Releases a leaf in a snap, in a second
To perform a dance, a function at last

Roots follow an underground path 
Digging deeper to a softer spot
To stop when rocks become obstructions
In a place not of their making

The leaf follows the laws of the land
Encumbered only by the anchored tree
Once freed it drifts away gladly
Floats on an ocean of air to where?
Cushioned by clouds demands
Gravitating towards a softer landing

Roots are jealous when a leaf escapes
Waiting in silence for a mistake
For time to fly when the crunching sound comes
Signaling the end of that which was in flight
Is that a bird gliding over the deceased? 

A tree reaches out to heaven with branches
Raised like hands praying for rain 
Other leaves, fallen from grace. turn brown
Swirl through the green grass at crunch time
The critical hour is at hand

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