The Bipolar Oak Leaf
The big oak tree in front of my house
Is losing leaves
Like a past thirty men
Slowly but surely
With every kiss of a breeze
A leaf dives in a spiral motion
And dissolves into its units again
Carbon, nitrogen and hydrogen.
On one side
There is the stark reality of
Decay and demise
Remembering the misery of
Days courting the rain
Thunderstorm and parasites
The epitaph says
Life is full of sorrow
And ends in sadness too
In the brisk touch of the morning sun
Or of the ending rays of the day
The same leaves on their way to the grave
Smile and dance with the glee of a newly sprouted
Monarch butterfly
Like they have done all their lives
Celebration of a life
Celebration of the end of a journey
With the final words
It was not that bad after all
((*.*))
October 31, 2005
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