
What must it be like
to be a leaf upon a tree
always tethered to its branch
forever seeking to be free…

What must it be like
to be a leaf upon the ground
always trampled beneath ones feet
forever wishing to be found…

What must it be like
to be a leaf upon the air
Floating wild and free from its tree
of the ground, it isn’t aware…

Leaves seem a lot like life sometimes
from birth to growth on to death
All are a part of a journey
beauty and value lay within each breath…

Leaves come in all shapes, colors, and sizes
all previously chosen with care
From the Gardner who tends the trees
producing beauty everywhere…

I think we’re all leaves of a sort
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