I really don't know what to say about this one, it's not my usual style and I have no idea where it came from, but it's a poem.
Atop the meadow's tree of grandest oak is the leaf of which my heart hath spoke that alters its face in seasons lost to past before times sheathed blade wields at the branch to free that which beauty could not hold nor the storms of Heaven's tide may fold weathered such is this fair leaf, so brave to keep its shape and never lose its shade a shade that reflects from flight to Earth mere flight that carries from days birth to end upon the shadow of a crescent moon and rest in slumber of midnight's gentle tune this simple yet perfect truth at last is clear for this leaf is not a leaf, but you, my dear.
it was classic,,,showing your ability as a tremendous poet,,,rhyme and rhythm or was it a lake flowing,,,in my language''KOMAL and SUNDAR'',,,''delicate and beautiful,,,rosy,,,strangely,reminding me of Daphne,,,,godess who turned to tree,,,perhaps,,,the leaf is her tear,,,,and you beautifully inscribe your love for your fair lady,,,,,,
Interesting analogy. Very descriptive and so "poetically" put. A very beautiful piece. It's written in such a way that it's pleasant to picture and to read... flows quite well. Very nice!
The imagery you invoke in this piece is simply beautiful. To compare a leaf to a lovely lady is most fitting.. Soft, fragile, weightless.. I am much impressed with this piece.. much impressed:-)
Do not love for the love of another,
nor seek the sights already sought,
live for the lives of the many,
and your days will in time be taught.
Gary
I'll be swinging in from time to time, but.. more..