Leaves are like human beings.
Each one is intricate, delicate, unique.
If you look closely, it is like each leaf has its own character,
its own style,
its own look.
But if you don't look closely, they are just leaves.
Take a step back, and they are not individuals.
They are all part of the tree.
Imagine if every leaf didn't know it was part of the tree.
Imagine if every leaf thought that they were separate from the tree,
separate from each other, with different aims and different sources
and different priories in life.
It would become a mad, sick tree because each leaf would become lost,
doing its own thing,
disconnected from that intelligence that the tree provides.
It would become so terrible that one day these sick, diseased leaves would begin to wonder where they went wrong,
they would feel that they had gone astray,
and gradually, one by one, or together, as one, they would make their way back to the tree,
heal,
rest,
and be free.
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These Poems
PoetryThese poems, I don't know where they come from, I don't know who they are for, or if they are for anyone. Perhaps they are just wild musings with no aim, Or perhaps they will touch someone, heal someone, or take that pain out of them like a surgery...
