Leaf's End
To tell you what my being
In this world implies
Is to brag myself.
An to brag is something
That never lies
In what my being implies.
Did you see that bird
Perching on a branch 'neath me?
Or those festive herd
Resting on a shade 'der my tree?
Or the green spots
Upon a painter's tour de force?
Feel how they feel.
See the difference they see
In this world with me.
Ask (for they have something to tell
About what my being does spell):
What boon does this leaf give
And how many?
Copyright © Sherwin Balbuena | Year Posted 2013
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