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  • Writer's pictureTony Frobisher

Were We But Leaves


Were We But Leaves

Were we but leaves Patient, silent, present Yet pulsing with life Growth imperceptible But sustained, vibrant, vivid Were we but leaves Were we but leaves That aged in seasons passing Until the greens of youth Flashed in final defiance Red and orange and golden aged Were we but leaves Were we but leaves That withered and dried As time passed and quiet fell Lain soft on earthen sod And in silent rest reclaimed Were we but leaves _____________________________ Are we all but leaves?

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