A leaf may love…
his father from which his sap comes,
and his brothers dancing gracefully with him.
He may notice a special one that seems to move with him.
He may love his green supply body as it grows.
In time he will turn brown, and dry
and fall slowly to the ground in a beautiful dance,
finally being buried with his brothers for all time.
A leaf must love.
About Me
- Mossy
- I suspect that I have a heart but it has been buried and now is held hostage in a little cup with a tight lid.
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A strong gust blows
and the leaf leaps to life again
how blessed another dance
when one has already died.
The reincarnation of a leaf. And Love really plays a large role in this dance.
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