Leaves Bound In Slavery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaves fluttering in an afternoon breeze, wishing to be free
and flying invisibly like the wind.

Alas, they are still bound in slavery to limbs and branches
of the tree that's rooted beneath the ground.

Yet sunlight touches them gently, soothing them with warmth
and God's love throughout their times of living.

For all too soon, storms will hit them with force, taking
them away from the safety and security they've known.

Their short little lives will then be taken to the ground,
there they will look up at where they used to hold on.

That's the last time they'll see their abode here on earth
as they die and turn brown, crackling and dreaming into the
beyond.