Life Is Brief

Posted in Poetry | 2 comments

Leaves floating in the air

 

Budding and growing in early Spring,

shaping, then becoming colors of green.

Rustling and holding tight,

cooling, then shading in the sunlight.

Changing and turning brown in the Fall,

floating, then bouncing like a ball.

Rolling and sailing in the wind,

rising, then gliding once again.

Twirling and dancing in the air,

landing, then resting somewhere.

Understanding and loving being a leaf,

Accepting, then knowing life is brief.

 

March 14, 2020

Lou

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

2 Comments

  1. Thank you for sharing this poem. The audio is also a wonderful addition

    • Thank you, Chuck. I really appreciate your comment and you reading plus listening to my poem.
      God Bless You.
      Nancy

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