Poems

Leaves

The bush stood still in the shining Sun,

It was a beautiful sight until I saw that it was not one.

Some larger leaves stood out more than others,

While some could not be seen at all,

Hidden away in the shadows, in the background, in the darkness.

It was a relaxing view on the summer's day,

Watching the leaves glide slowly in their own way.

The bright green colours first caught my eye,

While the others could not be seen at all.

I did not see the dark green, or the brown, or the yellow.

Then I saw that they were on their own,

Going their own way all alone,

The beauty, the peace, the simplicity is gone,

It is not the bush, but the leaves that are one.

And I changed my mind about what I thought before,

And this bush is not a bush anymore.