The tallest trees have branches <br />Too narrow to be climbed <br />The smallest ones are too weak <br />And the farthest can't be entwined... <br /> <br />There are those that are splintered <br />Some have dried and broken off <br />Still others reach forever, <br />Some are fire and some are dust... <br /> <br />Let's not talk of where mine are <br />If they ever bloomed, or died <br />A poet's end-in desperation <br />For a way to stay warm inside... <br /> <br />Eyes close and seasons end <br />The colors brought to autumn, <br />A short-lived span of drawing <br />Fingers to attention... <br /> <br />As they extend into space- <br />I don't know why they look so crowded, <br />Doubtful of society, <br />I don't know what to think when they drop... <br /> <br />The leaves don't ask to be single out, <br />Though each one is different- <br />I wonder-because they are so fragile, <br />the slightest wind can blow them out... <br /> <br /> <br />©All Rights Reserved-2009<br /><br />Romeo Della Valle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trees-and-leaves/
