Wade In The Water Poem by Geno Flash

Wade in the Water

Watch a leaf, passing through the air
catch the wind that's drifting on a breeze.
As the trees begin to shake off all their leaves.
A gentle river runs below, and on this river they will go.
An acorn falls onto the ground.
A tree is what it's longing to become.
But all the dangers that await, a death that none anticipate.
And so the river runs below, the wind is blowing to and fro.

A grazing deer lays down to rest.
The sun is bright with warm embrace.
As he feels the sunlight on his face.
The wind is blowing harder than before,
the waters pace is picking up.
The leaves are falling like before.
And dancing on the waters surface.
A ball to resolute the fall.
But now the pace is picking up.
It will never be enough.
For all the trees to feel alive.

Dancing for the water's end,
so all the acorns can begin.
To grow and sprout so far and free.
Where all the squirrels and deer will be.
Pinching in the air, a gust so cold they never knew.
So cold that flowers never grew.
And now the land is dead and bare.
Wading in water till they disappear.


By: Tyler Creed Mabry