Sanctuary [Poetry]

01-27-2021

the leaf fell—

vibrant green, gracefully rowing at the wind like a playful child, swaying in the air like curtain dancing along the hymn of a tune nobody could hear.
the leaf fell—

slowly making a land, swift like a knife but so gentle anyone would unconsciously be careful to hold it, or just watch it knowing it won't feel pain.

the leaf fell—
vibrant green, far from decay, yet it detached itself from the tree.
"or maybe the tree detached the vibrant green leaf"