The Leaf

They wake up by His loving touch As it gently warms their tender bodies, And slowly He guides them to offer their Prayers to the almighty. Soon enough the winds rush, To bring them stories of unknown lands, The news of their brothers, Who are braving the Winter. How they wish to be like the wind, Carefree, each day a new Adventure in a new land. Doesn’t that make it worthwhile to live? Doesn’t it gives a meaning to his existence? Their life has a meaning too, That’s what they are told by their father, But that is so painfully trivial, All they are capable of is to sustain, And contemplate the times, They sustain to foster the growth of their sisters They sustain to give life to mankind, Noble causes indeed, But mankind has never learned to appreciate, their cause of existence, let alone their beauty. Does the world change at their departure? Does it realize the true meaning of sacrifice? But wouldn’t the world perish without them? For without them, whom shall the wind tell their stories to? They are the only ones who understands his language, And what good is in exploring if there’s no one to share? Will there be any evolution without sharing? Will there be any wind at all? And without wind, will there be life? The wind ends their confusion, his acute perception deciphers the cravings of their chaotic mind and presents them the sweet answer, “In winter, you shall be free” “and slowly merge to become ME”. Edited with help from Dawn