One Leaf
Wind takes the first leaf
from a tree and it lets it fall.
Leaves that lie out on ground
and the tree cares not at all
for the loss of two or three
the branch sounds no alarm
plentiful are the leaves
their loss brings it no harm.
When the winter’s chill is gone
the stems will bud again?
Leafs will grow eternally
trees never see their end.
I have wondered woods of green
through underbrush and leaves
and littered every where it seems
are trunks of old dead trees.
Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007
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