The Indian rain tree opposite our house.
The ripe
leaves fall off the tree
In the
air, the destination undefined
Yet the
infinite wind blow
To keep it
ground and far.
The
falling leaves seems a blessing
On anyone
under its tree
Perhaps,
because these are mature leaves
Equivalent
to be greeted by adults.
The leaves
depart on a journey undecided,
Gives way
to emerging shoots.
Perhaps,
because it is called Indian rain tree
It showers in golden yellow.
...this creates wonderful word pictures.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poem and word picture of the falling leaves.
ReplyDeletewhat lovely and special poetry ~ thanks ~
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Beautiful!
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