I’ve sat on the deck
pondering
and leaves sit upon the tree
looking at me.
Do I appreciate their struggle
to survive
…do I?
They need earth, air, water
and sky too, from roots to
the tallest branches
…they need.
As a child I would rip off leaves
just to bend, shape them and
make a whistling sound between
their folds of bleeding veins to amuse
then,
bruised and tattered have thrown them
away as if it didn’t matter
but, it did matter to the leaves
who died because of me
…didn’t it?
In contemplating the life of
each and everything
even rock has its own
molecular life within
Now, I understand
it is better to live and let live
than to destroy for
momentary pleasure
as our lives too are
measured at their end
(I feel)
by how much we
dared and tried
to grow.
~*~
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Poets United Think Tank #89 ‘Light’
