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.
Copyright © Jett Franco | Year Posted 2012
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