The Final Glow of Life
The leaves fly away from the tree
like restless teenagers eager to leave home.
They are flying all over the place, in the wind,
Like small kites.
It is a celebration,
A celebration of death and demise
But still very beautiful.
It is like self-realization of human beings
Before they leave this earth.
The real color is revealed finally.
Again likes the old people,
Being supple, toothless and hairless like babies,
The leaves look very tender and soft
Even though as a close look it is not so.
I wonder about many things.
What happens to the gene content of the leaves?
What happens to the protoplasts and
The intricate network of veins that sustained the leaves and
Made all the food synthesized?
It is back to the elements now.
Degraded to nitrogen, carbon and hydrogen,
to be recycled to serve as the nutrients in the soil.
This is the first time;
I am looking at the changes in color.
I am seeing the vast arena with colors
as if some one painted it.
I guess it is the nirvana that people seek,
The final glow of life.
((*.*))
July 12, 1998 |