Saturday, August 17, 2013


I am back. A poem I wrote last night.

We are fragile
So fragile
Like leaves on trees
Just swaying in the air
Wanting to fly
Fearing to lose our ground

Seasons will change us all
Weather will paint us
In the colors of the rainbow
Reflecting moods of joy and grief
To the end we dance
At times still and at times wild
With the wind as our orchestra

And then we fall down
Brown, dry and stiff we turn
With time crumbled we lay

And finally we wither, tear apart and fly
O, world here we come at last
Our final moment the wind takes our dust
We soar above you
See your waste beauty
Valleys, mountains and hills
Forests, seas and lakes
O, world at last, at last

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