Leaves, A Poem on Resilience

Four leaves, fallen from a snowed on tree

Glide to earth on a gentle breeze

One lands near, the other three

Fly afar, with unerring ease

On a lake by a hill, one stops

The other two fly swiftly by.

Spiraling down, the one leaf drops

leaching out a silent cry. 

Borne upon a westward wind.

The two soar above unseen

with time, without sorrow, one rescinds

accepting its fate foreseen.

Its kin gone, yet one still flies

Across the lands, careless and free.

and in time, as the moon and sun die and rise

the one, chances upon it leafless tree.

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