Of a LeafA Poem by ChaseThis site doesnt allow for structure... I hate it. So do your best to read it as the picture is.
While the dirt and earth are stone,
I don't exist. Not even as a thought. When warmer winds and moisture come, to thaw the branches cold- I begin to come alive a budding leaf foretold. The sun is food for every vein that courses through my skin thin flesh- green as grass below. Days grow short and food runs low. Drifting to the earth real slow. Once was green but now I'm brown. Siblings and I cover the ground. Winter is soon to be. © 2016 Chase |
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Added on June 12, 2016 Last Updated on June 12, 2016 AuthorChaseStillwater, MNAboutMy name is Chase. I love writing and find solace through it. Feel free to sift through my myriad of words and tell me what you think:) Constructive criticism is welcome! more..Writing
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