Green Leaves.

Thick branches sway in the wind
as my vision seems to swim and starts to dim.

The feeling started out small,
like an apex before the fall.

Such a loss leaves a bitter taste
to see a life go to such waste.

I will sacrifice but for you
nothing will ever suffice.

I am not the source of all this remorse,
sinking to my knees under thick trees.

Peace will overtake me as I watch you walk away,
above us limbs sway.

Serenity is not hard to obtain
and from you it is not hard to abstain.

A tree fallen is not a loss to the forest so do not mourn,
in the rotten and decomposed new life is born.

Author's Note

This was written by Ben Lingemann.
Please do not plagiarize, All Rights Reserved.