As a Leaf
As a leaf
I hear no whispers
Of the wind
Or the drifting call of a mocking bird,
I see no dances
Of the branches of an oak
Or the hopeless small beings
I do not wish to be intermingled
I do not wish to be admired
I wish to be dormant
To the world
To be forgotten
And left connected
To my only chance of survival,
Although my wishes are commands
I can not stop their disobedience,
I can not hear the footsteps of my death
I can not see the curser of my misery
To them I’m just ornamentation
But to nature I am the hope
Of new life
Copyright © Sophia Strawser | Year Posted 2007
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