Leaves are like pages, as books are trees.
I, a leaf in God’s verdant forests ~
A single thread on earth’s tapestries.
I awake in the morning of springtime
Lift my face towards the azure skies
I’m in tune with the universe’s rhyme.
I dance with the rhythms of mild zephyr
That oscillates me with its genial whisks
God’s omnipresence fills my need for air.
I am cleansed by the pristine rain shower,
Moisturized by mists, polished by the winds ~
I glow with the steady gaze of summer.
When I turn red and fall on October,
I hope you create something out of me,
Before my descent to earth in winter.
I could be greeting cards for lonely hearts.
Write a poem about my fleeting life.
Immortalize my beauty in your arts.
Insert me in the page of your book,
For ’tis in your core that I’ll find my nook.