Leaves
The Air We Breathe Is Provided By
Leaves
By: Tom Wright
10-29-04
Foliage that in spring was chlorophyll laced,
Yielding the comfort of shade for a season.
A leaf’s life span, in thought, I’ve traced,
It’s God’s provision for a complex reason.
Foliage, red, yellow, and gold once hued,
Is now wrinkled and predominately browned.
Settled motionless, packed tight, as if glued,
They gyrated or floated from tree to ground.
This temporary state lasts but a short while,
In wind gust’s they swirled and danced.
Their journey terminates at my compost pile,
When decayed, garden soil is enhanced.
(Foliage)
To the ground all things eventually return.
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