When there were first trees,
we know they leafed,
still leaf and leave.
When that first leaf fell,
a universal sigh rose,
an Earth-shattering groan;
trees threw their branches up in horror.
Despite its beautiful colors,
green face painted with orange and brown
when the first leaf twisted and wafted down,
did the trees feel what was coming,
know the cycle of seasons began,
death trailing birth forever?
Originally published on Wishbone Words
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