War 39,142 Poem by Cory Paul Mitchell

trees shed Leaves for only one reason.
the reason how deceiving is a testament to grieving.

To move so fast and last so long.
step by step, The journey of march must go on.
grows Old their limbs and worn they have become.

standing tall, awaiting their orders
stands the tree with blood-red leaves
for years before they stood to fall
for again they look so bare
Did winters sudden strike, strip them of their might
Only time will tell, if they are to return from this fight
Against their will, winters toxic chill, blew them down that night
For years more villagers have been torn
From forbidden fruit, both gifted and stolen by a mother

The final call is what has you leave
Across the pond, further and beyond

Awaiting on what now seems to be a release
Awaits the leaves to join decaying friends
Away to waste, How Can They Make Amends
Alone and isolated on the wrong side of the pond

The leaves that fell, did fall so far
More fell down upon the pond
Did draft downstream, at rapid speed
On the calling of their swan
Did push ripple after ripple until there was but one

The traveling life, of this leaf was long
Was but a seed, did learn the deed, of what it was they'd done