Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Ava's Poem

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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