The Leaves

A Poem by Joshua W. Harris

Random Poem. Just Sat Down And Wrote, And This Is What Came Out. xD

A tragic day as 'ere there was,

When the wind blew down those leaves.

A perfect pair, had budded there,

Atop the tallest tree.

A strong, brown oak, with gaps and scrapes,

It knew it was not whole.

But all the marks, and shattered bark,

Were showings of its soul.

But when the winter came and shook,

These simple little things.

When the partners fell, and crumbled, well,

Sap, like tears did spring.

The pretty leaves, lay broken now,

Colored brown by their despair.

But summer neared, and all they'd feared,

They learned they needn't care.

For soon enough, those buds would come,

And herald their return.

Leaves would bloom, the tree would swoon,

And for their lateness it would spurn.

"I was worried so", the thing would cry,

And the sap would dry again.

And for a few good days, come what may,

They could forget that cold day's pain.

A cycle that may never end,

Life's cruel and perfect times.

If leaves could talk, they'd say "keep stock",

Of all the happiness you find.

For the winter months may drag and stab,

The heart like frozen nails.

But the time will pass, with warmth at last,

For goodness never fails.

© 2013 Joshua W. Harris

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Lilly

So many really lovely lines throughout this!

"When the partners fell, and crumbled, well,
Sap, like tears did spring." --For some reason this one really jumped out at me though.

This reads so well - love the rhyme and flow. It seems so effortlessly beautiful.

Great poem!