Leaf, to me, is a symbol of life,
The first glimpse of spring rife.
A leaf is bliss; it is a dream,
A wind, crisp and fragile, it seems.
Weeny, delicate unfurls, and agile.
The leaf brings hope and fortune to a farmer’s family,
It grows, plays, and turns glowing green happily.
Yes, my leaf, you are prosperity and my pride,
Swaying, rustling, kissing the wind, to glide.
I watched you from golden to green, now red as a flower.
Enticed to put you into the vase, you trembled with fear,
“Never pluck me,” you whispered in my ear.
“I have to leave you one day,” shedding a tear:
“Blustery winds will flutter me far, far from the tree,
May I enjoy my youthful days fearless and free,
Let me smell a rose, embrace butterflies and bees,
Soon, autumn will pull me away from glory and thee.”
Dumbstruck, speechless, totally in awe,
I looked at my daughter playing nearby.
The thought was spine-chilling, “Oh time will just fly,
She will leave me one day, a bride sweet and shy.”
A daughter is a bliss, a hope, a dream, a pride,
A gift so precious, let her be born, grow, bask in the sunshine.
Leaf, to me is a teacher of life, bliss, a spirit, a guide,
It uplifts my soul to explain the true parables of life.
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