DYING LEAF
I fell long ago.
It seems like years now
Though I know, very well, that is far from the truth
I am stranded here
Surrounded by the sharp blades of grass that poke into my back
They whisper of sorrow and lost lives
I don’t speak to them.
When I look up, I can see my home spreading its branches above me
Green, healthy leaves hanging like ornaments
against the blue sky.
I was like that
Once.
All my hope is gone. I am beyond help, with not much time left
That part makes me happy, though
It’s this waiting process that gets to me
I wish I could just skip to the end:
Decompose and be reborn to the earth
Contribute to the rich soil, that, out of,
More trees will be born
New hope
and
New Life
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