The Lost Leaf
This seems to be me
Intricate, designed
Complex, intertwined
But dead nonetheless
A remnant of what used to be
An echo of a former spring
A monochrome of a former green and flower
I hear the warmth is on the way
I hear the light is lasting longer
Yet I wonder
If that means anything at all for me in this state
Or maybe I’m simply a reminder
Of what was in the past
And what could be in the present
What could have been the future
Or maybe I am a building block for the next ones
Maybe I’ve done all I was supposed to do
The hours they were all too few
While I sit here in the stillness
The wind begins to whisper
Songs From the River 