Just as a leaf grows,
So too do our
Minds.
Just as a leaf withers,
So too do our
Bodies.
It is the water that makes the
Leaf blossom,
So I guess,
We’re 80% leaf grower?
We create life
Just as easily
As we lose it.
A game isn’t won
By living,
It’s played.
Just as a leaf flies,
We gracefully
Slap the earth
With our feet daily,
Grounded.
How easily we compare
Our steps
To animals,
Stalking our prey
Of
Whatever
Is
Next.
We seek and destroy,
But we’re no master
Of
Puppets.
Enter,
Sand,
Man.
The vision
Is blurry,
But what’s our hurry?
The trees will grow
As we do,
But they will outlast
Us with their leaves,
Falling,
And the roots,
Soaring.
Why can’t we leave
Them
Alone?
Let our trees
Grow,
Not
Wither.
Trees
Give us
What we seem to take away
From
Them.
Life.
The game we play
Isn’t fake,
It’s as real as can be.
The climate does change,
As we change habits.
Pollute?
That seems
Fashionable.
That’s the trend
After
All.
I wonder which designer
Made this the fate
Of the world.
Leave
Leafs
Left
Alone.
Let’s
Leave
The
Root
Of
Our
Planet
Rooted,
Not
Uprooted.
We may go to the heavens,
But let’s not unroot
The world with us
To
Follow.