Sweet Leaf Poem by Kevin Maroney

Sweet Leaf



Those leaves, as they whiten in the breeze,
through ever loftier, higher trees,
they sing aloud for all to hear,
that more they are, oh so dear.

One makes a whole, and only choice changes
that which it chooses mustn't treat it as stranger,
that its nature set aside makes it a champion,
before it decides to leave its warm mansion.

It falls to the ground, oh so slow,
as it wanders around, where will it go?
The earth it sees, withering in sadness,
but still better than which caused it madness.

Sweet leaf, go to your bed,
I commend your effort, well said.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Allemagne Roßmann 22 August 2011

It falls to the ground, oh so slow, as it wanders around, where will it go? Your love of nature flows in the rhythm of your poetry.I am carried away with its tune.Wonderful and ravishing.

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Preston James 18 August 2011

this poem flows really well. you have an awesome writing style. :)

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