Tribute To the Fallen Leaves

Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves The autumn has cast its shadow The sun is on its round of the sky And the wind is quickening its pace, A choir of sighs is building up Breaking the hush in the forest, The trees are counting their losses As the leaves went dry and frugal Are gradually shedding their abode In spades, drifting down slowly In movements rhythmic of Ballerinas On their last dance, in waves sinuous In harmony with the music crunching Played by feet aplenty On their daily walks in the forest Crushing the fallen into thousand pieces, In vain was not their life Giving shades to travelers while in life And once fallen serving as a staple To their companions in life, or Turned into duff serving as shields To smother parasite seeds Under their companions turned barren. Breezing trees heard the whispers of leaves - From the poem, The last goodbye by Vijay Pandit