A Leaf Of Life

“Before it’ll be swept away into the garbage of cleaning neighbors, should have it tasted its share?”

Few are the leaves showered by golden moonshine, only are those on every peak far out over and around. They rested royally just there, tireless, like kings and queens, princes and princesses so grandeur in our times.

They are luckier than me, Oh, Lord, am I yours to complain?

Now I see her a precious bird who steadily looks for the best of trunks where a nest is to be built on like my dream. All in all she has found me- a leaf hovered with cobwebs, always with the selfishness of a dewdrop. For there above me are my brothers and sisters who never felt me as one.

I am a part of this tree, my world and ours. But I do not have moonshine, where is my fair share?

They are luckier than me. Oh, God, am I yours to complain?

I always hear that couple of lizards as they sing me a hope when they go down the soil to kiss a promise every twilight, like our love.

If only can I move this tree to the space of the fair, where all of us can be rendered eyes, I swear my beauty glitters like them. But I have only one regret- this is what I am, no one else but me.

They are luckier than me. Oh, Lord, am I yours to complain?

The summer is coming and my green is turning yellow. Soon, I will be on ground and be swept away from her. But will my story end if the past will be mine and the future will be theirs? I always flint a hope to the golden memories of moonshine, to the fair and the unfair, that the misfortune of the soil will be fertilized to make this tree on lush of another her, another I.