There was a leaf, kind and gentle
endeavored to keep it fun and light
as it found it argued with the tree
once more than often.
The leaf reels in autumn now,
clinging to a tree
whose season of friendship
perhaps has ended.
The leaf's efforts in collecting sunlight
had become quite irritating to the tree,
which had many other broader, newer leaves.
As winter approached
this leaf, ever slow in such matters,
finally realized it was time to let go.
So he let go,
and with a last unreturned look,
he blew away in the wind.
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This leaf was kind and gentle
and kept things light and fun,
even when it argued with the tree,
which was once more than often.
Now the leaf finds it is autumn,
and that it clings to a tree
whose season of friendship
perhaps has ended gradually.
The leaf had discovered
that its help in collecting sunlight
had become quite irritating to the tree,
a tree which, after all, had many other
broader and newer leaves.
A cold winter fast approached
and this leaf, ever slow in such matters
finally realized it was time to let go.
The leaf let go,
and with a last look unreturned
blew away in the wind.
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Adding your comment:
Anna.
A unique perspective on Autumn & Friendship, Wayne...well done...I'm sorry you know this sense of sorrow in things ending...
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