A Leaf In The Woods Poem by Suzette Richards

Upon a forest floor where many lie
and breezes stir, the upper branches bent
to meet the final breath of shrivelled sigh,
a leaf would cling to heaven's tears when sent.
Its youthful lustre now recalled through tales
as varied as seasons - verdant meadow
below the clouds which often yield to gales
then scud along periphery of show.
When thermal blast from forest fires above
an ocean scape of waves competing in sound
with rumbling progress fit the Man like glove
through ignorance - eventually hound.
A leaf in woods that's silent, is the Hope
we need to cling to - shadows rest on slope.