JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

A Leaf

'I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree'

A single leaf makes its own history.
Attached to the bough from which it
sprung it is a perfect entity.

As part of the whole a resting-place for birds,
and a refuge for life-forms that we cannot see.
It welcomes the seasons, and greets each day
with an open face.

Throughout it's life it made no enemy, yet,
men come with chainsaws to fell the parent tree.

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Very well done, Jerry. Man sometimes is blind to his own destruction. You would probably like my (almost) newest poem: O NIDO (THE NEST) . It's in Portuguese but has the English translation with it.
A truly lovely poem Jerry. So sad the blind destruction of what really matters in our world.
The micro-world of leaves on trees, miraculously growing on hard wooden branches getting in an equally miraculous way their water and food from deep beneath. And then we look at another leave and another, the branch and the tree and suddenly we wake up to the cruelty of humans selfishly ending the miracle Excellent poem
the connection of nature and man....your wonderful poem has it....we are but like trees....
Yes, man thinks he is better at making beautiful picturesque views and landscapes, when he is in fact the destroyer of all that is good, and beautiful through his misguided thoughts and greed. Man is ignorant to the nth degree! Just had a thought - so far haven't seen any poets on PH that are landscapers, have you? RoseAnn
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