The Aftermath

A leaf is a departure from its security, falling

until its resting place is a blend,

though no one may recall that original cling

for now there is a beauty in its rend.

 

For we are in that simple dose of humanity,

a piece of you and me and each one

encounters a similar responsive society

all visible in nature so clearly won.

 

So she or he or little does it matter whom

contributes to the  mosaic is  our blend

we derive a certain release from the womb

only trust with each other we depend.

 

Glance upon a skyward beauty sweet Grace

In each other’s arms we may certain embrace.

 

photo credit: deviant art