After the Fall
The last leaf of my backyard tree,
rotated and floated
while falling on the ground
as and when, it broke
from the branch.
It mingled with the pile,
of the dried garden grass ,
disintegrating apart,
its everything, then
into a raw ball.
With the elements galore
the moisture more and more,
with organics of choice,
it made a fertile bed
that was of soft soil.
Then again,
the first leaf from its seed
fluttered and bloated,
while sprouting out
near the same branch.
Copyright © Narinder Bhangu | Year Posted 2015
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