Prayer For Dying Leaves... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

Leaves, what can you do when cold winds tear you down,
so you tumble in the air, thinking of a velvet lawn?
Some of you just only dream of long-blade, bushy grass,
which would let you sway in peace as your time would slowly pass...

Little offsprings of strong trees, it's a dream that won't come true
and you know you'll hit cold ground when your time is due...
Let the winds just carry you, as you sing your heartfelt song
of the meaning of your life which won't last too long...

You just look at your home's branches as they rage and groan in pain,
but your little hearts can feel you won't die in vain...
Gentle earth will let you pass through its deep mystery's pores,
cooling your sorrow-burned bodies, healing cuts and sores...

It will let you pass to angels so you'll play with them till spring;
lilac scented air will call you when the sun new life will bring...
And you'll wake up in the buds of spring flowers and birds' hearts,
but for now just land with courage where bad fortune deals its cards...

November 2009


This is my personal tribute to all children dying of cancer and their parents. Some time ago I had donated a manuscript of my first novella to the organization supporting those less fortunate and their families. All money generated from the project based on my story was supposed to be given, as a gesture of my good will, to the charity… Nobody, except for the children and their families, was going to get a penny…