Leaving Poem by Ima Ryma
Leaving
I watch my comrades one by one,
Leaves leaving the limbs we have known.
Our season's over and done.
I take this last trip of my own,
Joining below my comrades all,
No longer young green but old brown.
I feel the air pass as I fall,
Feel mixed emotions going down.
All in all a good life I've had
In time and place upon this tree.
So leaving leaves this leaf some sad,
But I know this is meant to be.
My destiny I leave to claim,
Back to my roots from whence I came.
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5/2/2024 11:10:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
seasons sing an eternal song, like leaves sprouting growing on trees to full leaf, then time colours changing wilting falling, to leaf litter a bed of leaves, to winter keep warm tree roots; a life story which sings how leaf we are
I wrote the poems 'Leaves Flaming Fall Falling' and 'Seasons Sing An Eternal Song', inspired by the poem ' Leaving', by the poet Ima Ryma and dedicated to Ima Ryma.