My Anthropomorphism To A Leaf

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Leaves are like pages, as books are trees.

I, a leaf in God’s verdant forests ~

A single thread on earth’s tapestries.

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I awake in the morning of springtime

Lift my face towards the azure skies

I’m in tune with the universe’s rhyme.

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I dance with the rhythms of mild zephyr

That oscillates me with its genial whisks

God’s omnipresence fills my need for air.

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I am cleansed by the pristine rain shower,

Moisturized by mists, polished by the winds ~

I glow with the steady gaze of summer.

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When I turn red and fall on October,

I hope you create something out of me,

Before my descent to earth in winter.

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I could be greeting cards for lonely hearts.

Write a poem about my fleeting life.

Immortalize my beauty in your arts.

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Insert me in the page of your book,

For ’tis in your core that I’ll find my nook.

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~ by jeques on AMu3u5330 10, 2007.