The Leaf

The blueish leaf just sprouted from two spirits so in-loved. Sees the world in native eyes, lonesome lights and sounds. Wonders of his breathe of autumn and spring, free air of life. Dreams of the world all around his shallow legs and reach. No more than three decades he toured his local islands. Surf every little sea he can swim and bathe his soul's joy. Seek every fellow leaf to be a partner in his journey. Love them all, more than he wish he can do and live. As part of cycle the leaf fell before fertile muddy ground. And a new leaf sprouted from his wooden surfaced heart. He saw the first joy he long no more than three decades. Within the smile of a healthy boy from his own flesh. Tried all hardships, endures all trials and destructive problems. Shared all weary tears, holds all never imagined parting droughts. Hid his fear between his two brittle  ribs and sealed it inside. To protect the people between his present and sealed past. For within no more than three decades of life he travels. Meeting all different leaf, he loved and cared all round. Between his shadowed honor he kneel before his pride And speaks his own selfish feeling and childish thoughts. For no more than three decades of breathe he now speaks. Choose the best of what felt and you'll never face your darkest regret. Plan all footsteps and you'll free yourself from bloody thorns. And believe in yourself, you can endure everything you meet.