Existing On Death's Shores Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaves waving their fronds, touching insides of
my mind with their enduring natures and peaceful
beauty.
Without knowing any of their heartaches or sorrow,
I sit wonderingly as I contemplate their lives of
existence on our planet earth.
Hoping to catch more than a season of spring to
deliver them from eternal death as they get stepped
upon and mixed with dirt of earth.
Blending their inherent nature's once again to bring
life into being as they exist on death's shores.