Trees And Leaves Poem by Romeo Della Valle

The tallest trees have branches
Too narrow to be climbed
The smallest ones are too weak
And the farthest can't be entwined...

There are those that are splintered
Some have dried and broken off
Still others reach forever,
Some are fire and some are dust...

Let's not talk of where mine are
If they ever bloomed, or died
A poet's end-in desperation
For a way to stay warm inside...

Eyes close and seasons end
The colors brought to autumn,
A short-lived span of drawing
Fingers to attention...

As they extend into space-
I don't know why they look so crowded,
Doubtful of society,
I don't know what to think when they drop...

The leaves don't ask to be single out,
Though each one is different-
I wonder-because they are so fragile,
the slightest wind can blow them out...


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