The Falling Leaf
Spring's olive bud sprouts on a limb,
joins others, takes full form.
Numerous leaves fill all the branches,
and a tree is born.
Summer's green umbrella shade
proudly stands in full array.
Suddenly antique gold emerges,
another season's on its way.
Crimson reds and maples
cling to the tree in fall,
finally yield to windy blasts
till one leaf's left, that's all.
Without struggle, leaf breaks free,
floats in autumn breeze,
parting from its empty branch,
gently lands with ease.
lays on ground, disintegrates,
joins soil from which it came,
feeds the roots of the sleeping tree
and becomes a sprout again.
Wouldn't it be significant if the globe could be a tree?
We, the leaves, branched out, a part
of the tree, yet unique
fulfilling purpose with our heart?
And as Winter closes in,
we break free and leave behind
a legacy or contribution
to encourage those after our kind.
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