Budding Together [Poetry]

A Leaf's Journey

Written in collaboration with the ever present sonakshisrivastava

Set the clock when you see it's tiny little bud,
Blow the whistle, the journey has just begun;
For, a new born of the master's creation
Has set it's compass for a familiar run.

It awakens to the golden ray of sunshine
curls up softly to reach its mother's lap,
the bark gently lifts it up to see the world
warning him of the cruel human trap.

Yet unfazed, on he's decided to trudge,
He slowly moves his arms as one who's been
nudged,
While silently suckling sweetly, his mother's
wholesome sap;
He gets bigger, steadily becoming unwrapped.

Once out in the blue, he listens to the soothing voice,
of nature singing lullabies, of gentle lush voids.
He witnesses dewy wonders, making him
cleaner too,
as he hangs delicately, observing his pretty
roots.

He wears a fragrance that speaks volumes
of a leaf still in his tender bloom,
Not knowing that the journey ahead,
is a rough one that would also spell his end.

Twisted breeze starts to twirl him around,
shaking him to reality, waiting to be found.
He holds on to his life with his dried up hands,
turning a shade of ochre before touching the land.

But sometimes his drop may not be of nature's calling,
Insects and pests may script his premature falling:
He may give his life too, for his mother's bloom,
Or, diseases and man may cause his twilight at noon.

Lying on the mustard ground, with his
comrades,
he looks up at the sky, covered in green blades.
A wide smile creeps in, for his journey is
complete,
Nature will then set the clock, back on repeat.

© sonakshisrivastava & euphoriawrites