The Life of Death
The Life of Death
When the leaf
Began it's new journey
Cascading through the air
As it fell from the limb
Of the tree,
It was not death
Within its embrace,
Nor its destination,
But that of a new life adventure,
For it would go on
To become the nurturer
Of the soil
That feeds many roots,
Many trees,
Many limbs,
Many leaves
Who will
At some time
Also embark
On a greater mission
Of expression
As that of this leaf
The Life of Death
Bless up
I know not whether a tree sheds a tear or laments that of the loss of a leaf or a limb but I do.
(c) 14 December 2018 : william s. peters, sr.
Copyright © William Peters | Year Posted 2018
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