As the Leaf Leaves

Detached from the tree and

momentarily from the world;

what does the leaf witness?

 

One already so dead, dry, devoid;

is resentful?

One would think not.

One does not need resentment.

 

One falling leaf needs not,

the cries of man and his children below.

One falling leaf needs not,

the chirping fowl above.

 

Detached from limb and life and

momentarily the world;

One needs only

a longer eternity not to need.

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