Fragile

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