Humble Leaves

6 10 2012

The humble leaves, always seem identical

To last year’s and the last’s and last’s

But each is unique in its own hushed habits

Oblivious to the deviations in human ways

And the devastations control has imposed

Upon the sylvan leaves’ unpretentious parents

Rooted to the sullied organized ground

Reaching for the light in timeless cycles

Falling and renewing obtuse to forgiveness

Progressively forming more countless leaves

For next year and the next and next