A Waste Poem by Ghi Palmares

I am a leaf clinging to a tree,
Thrown by the wind in a tempestuous sea.
Troubled in the night in search of survival,
Undecided, whether to face the trial.

I am a stone beneath the shore,
Pushed by the waves out of its door.
Thrown by man, back to the beach,
Where no one could ever reach.

I am a dust stagnant on a book,
Disregarded, no man ever took.
Swept away, back to the wind,
Lost, never to be seen.

I am always a waste, unattended,
Rejected by people, scorned and tormented.
To my luck I had a sight of survival,
In the eyes of God, I was made so special.