From the perspective of a falling leaf,
Everything moves in slow motion.
As the winter creeps it's way in I find myself pondering the way in which I live
Suspended in the air
I watch, muted, as flowers grow, bloom
And just as soon
Wither away
As I feel myself lose grip I wonder if this is all that's left of me
I feel the breeze brush against me, guiding me down to the cold damp earth
I see my mother as I fall
As well as all those around her, around me
Was this all I was here for?
I was used and gave my all just for this?
I think I see a man?
Is that what they're called?
He holds something sharp, facing mother
He's a few yards away
The ground is so close now
Just a little more until...
Until...
I don't want to die..
...perhaps I was never cut out for life
I heard the stories but never believed
Of the ones that came before us...
Turned hard and brittle, just to be crushed under others feet
As if our lives meant nothing!
..Any second now...
Did I .... give enough?
Is mother proud? Is anyone?
Watch as my life flickers out
Stand in awe of my beauty
Of the reds of my aging and the cracks of my body
Watch as I flutter in the wind
Twirling, seeing the whole world in a series of spins
Before I gently land
And my spark fades
No one will remember me, remember us
We are but a leaf apon a tree, within a forest
Billions of us
Here for a season, and gone the next
In a blink of the eye, we land on the ground
Others will take our place
And this circle of life will renew
Over and over just as we twirl to the dirt below
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
