I WAS LEAF ON TREE
I was leaf on tree I use to dance in the sun light when the wind would blow,
And when it rained I got wet but the sun would come out and dry me out
And It would warm me up, Then came fall I was never the same agin I changed colors,
And fell to the ground and the wind blow me all round, Then I changed colors agin,
I turned brown when I fell down, Then winter came and I know I never be the same,
It snowed and it covered me up now I am frozen under the snow, Then spring came
And sun came out and melted the snow and dryed me out and then along comes a
human and rakes me up in pile with no smile then puts me in machine and grindeds me
up in to mulch and puts me in the garden with the rose and viotets and tulps
Now I will stay every day in the garden I was a leaf on tree.
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Greg I enjoy this personification
of the leaf and I think this
poem has so much soul
- I pin it coz I dig it
Enjoyed!
best wishes
from
Jjai:))
Thank you Jai for reading and for pinning this means lot
Dear Greg,
The Spring Leaves of Splendor
Once verdant and green
Now have changed color
Raked and thrown in machines
.
Turned into mulch
To nurture a rose
Once such beauties themselves
Till the snow then them froze
.
Love,
Larry xxx
thank you Larry this poem took me 2-3 mouths to write I watched the leaves on the ground every where I went,and also watch people rake tham up and what thay did with tham and also watch the leaves on the trees as would dance in the wind and the rain came and the sun would come out what time I had in there world thank you so much for reading
The personification of things found in nature always adds an element of depth to any piece, Greg.
To think of yourself as a leaf, pirouetting and dancing around in a crisp fall breeze, is an outstanding analogy and creates a vivid image in the eye of a reader's imagination.
And yet, this single leaf becomes much more than just another crispy, crunchy dead thing decaying on the ground in the end, doesn't it?
Nicely penned...
~Dean ??
Thank you Dean it took my 3 mouths to write this poem by watching the leaves on the trees and the ground and trying to come up with this poem then it all came in place thank you for reading means lot
You are more than welcome, Greg. It's an excellent piece.
~Dean
this still a wonderful poem
always my fav