When It Blows, It Grows
I picked up a couple of dried leaves
From the cold ground
Three of them
I analyzed them
I felt the edges so smooth
Untouched
Innocent
I closed them on my hand and crushed them
I opened my hand and watched them
They lay there
As they did on the ground
Untouched
Unmoved, I put my hands together with the already crushed leaves and rubbed them
Into smaller pieces
Smoother
Untouched
Innocent
Just there. ....
Maybe there's something wrong
When one sees life in lifeless things
When one sees beyond the green they once had
Maybe it's an issue
When we don't
Maybe it's a problem
To be so
From the depth of my lungs
I blew the particles
And watched
Them
Blow away
Falling smoothly
Back to the cold ground
Innocently
Touched
Spreading out everywhere
Blown, another growth
Probably of another thing, a cycle of life
When it grows, it blows
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