Falling Leaves <br /> <br />I watch the dying leaves, fall from the tree, <br />And I wonder if there is more, that I can't see. <br /> <br />Are they Gods colorful martyrs, left dead on the ground <br />Like wounded soldiers of war, saving all they're around <br /> <br />For if it's their life that they have given <br />For the life of the tree, do they go to heaven? <br /> <br />It seems to me that's the reason they die, <br />And with that thought, sorrow fills my eye. <br /> <br />But when I think of what they've done <br />Giving up their life as others begun. <br /> <br />Then I smile with my own thoughts of spring, <br />For, to the tree, beautiful new leaves it will bring. <br /> <br />Then once again their beauty, in the fall, I shall see, <br />Me, once again watching leaves fall from the tree… <br /> <br /> <br />Jim 1976<br /><br />James Casey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-leaves-11/
