We must shed our leaves
It’s the law
Of nature, that we shed like trees
Like new stars-
Unlike the trees,
We forget our past existence when we step out new, with new ideas,
And think we can make changes to anything,
Not gender, heaven or earth, not the seasons-
And when we try to hold on to our leaves, we fail.
Flitting helter-skelter in the shadow of madness, confused…we must die.
Withered, helpless to run, terrified, open-mouthed
The trees all remain, leaves intact- obey, shed then sleep to return with intact
Magnificent, they reappear
Full-bodied, leafy green, always green
Nature’s natural dress code
Tender, soft, juicy, velvety, useful thorny, sticky
Bending to the wind, ready to shed.