A leaf drifts down, circling through air,
its green life now a whisper of gold,
detaching from a branch, that once held,
moments captured in the sun above.
It twirls gently, like a dancer released,
without a care for the ground that awaits,
a slow descent, a graceful surrender,
to the soft embrace of earth’s cool dark.
Each crackle beneath eager footsteps,
reminds us of warmth, now turned to chill,
as we too unravel from our own nests,
fading into the shadows of our days.
Below the canopy, a world holds its breath,
watching this small offering of life,
reminding us of what must be let go,
the beauty in falling, in drifting away.
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Great metaphor and a point well taken. This poem in its reading leaves a small feeling of sadness. Very nicely worded.
Thank You Soren, I always appreciate your feedback and
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