Green Foliage Grays At Full Age

Green foliage grays at full age, loses grip at the stir of a delicate breeze. Others, lush and luxuriant, snap in a gale. And some budding, too, before beauty unfurls, are clipped by nature's pruning clipper. Others watch, pondering their dream. Yet wind caresses, storm howls, leaves green; sprouting flowers push to unfold their beauty, oblivious of lurking threat to cherished hope. And when? On whom will the gust swoop? Does the pruning clipper clip for fun, or to keep the hedge in shape? Clip, clip, the rending clicks! Patter, patter, rains drum! Dewdrops glisten at dawn as bees buzz in the garden. The sun rises in colors, doing nature's daily grind while beauty fades, forgotten. Confetti, the gaiety of the times, cascade, crushed by uncaring feet. Their beauty, trampled out, consigned to dust. © 2016 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi