The Leaf

i feel like a sloth,

im moving slow yet it doesnt make sense,

the world around me is a blurr,

i blink and then im from here to there,

i dont understand,

now im falling.

im not a sloth,

im not an animal,

im not even human...

i am but a leaf swept in the wind whirling current

of the world.

When i reach the ground,

no more shall i rise,

but watch as my brothers and sisters fill the skies.

They too shall fall,

to the hard dirty ground below,

it is cold here.

It is still.

It is so cold,

so dark and far from the sun.

So far from my mother the tree who made me,

now the mother earth,

oh grandmother of mine must take me

to furtilize her soil,

ensuring new sons and daughters will grow.

Author's Note

I wrote this on a whim a while ago, and I thought it was really pretty. It kind of spoke to me. What does it say to you?

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

good portrayal of the life cycle. when we're spent we become the fertilizer for future generations.