If a leaf is able to suffer the agony of lightning, <br />Then surely it is able to treasure a Breeze from Heaven. <br />Its dwelling of skeletal nature birthed erroneously. <br /> <br />Elements of Bliss beckon to the tree’s feather, <br />The latter not with resistance, but with unadulterated passion. <br /> <br />The heart of an alluring creature pumps cherry warmth <br />Through silk-strand veins of our abandoned mother’s offspring. <br /> <br />Like a seraphim’s hair does our friend drift across a minuscule vastness, <br />Along God’s fingertip. Converging after so many years <br />With the faultless edge of the nail, the leaf’s liquid life an angel swallows. <br /> <br />No longer is he misplaced: <br />For he is held by fate. <br />Nevermore is home a mere “dwelling”: <br />For Home is Heaven.<br /><br />Chris Graham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-brown-to-green/
