The Leaf - Poem by Wayne Bowen
A single leaf fell from a tree and settled to the ground.
While lying at the bottom he began to look around.
Not much to see only leaves scattered everywhere,
'What am I doing way down here when I should be up there?
When I was living way up high in the great big tree
I was over everything with nothing over me! '
An old brown leaf lying next to him said in a weak and shaking voice
'When you were placed way up high others had no choice.
You were given a place on high that you did not earn,
listen to what I have to say and open your mind to learn.
Everyone would rather be up and no one likes it down,
but the journey ends the same for all back here on the ground.
It's here we find our purpose because the tree gave us his all,
we tried to stay close to him why did we have to fall?
We are here to give back to him so that he will always live,
and giving of ourselves will be the greatest gift to give.
So take of me what you want even all of me,
so I can be like someone else who gave their life for me.'
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