The Decaying Green
Walking along the path I heard leaves break
Becoming like dirt under the soles of my shoes.
They, in their millions, epitomized beauty
And life, but now they decompose and wane.
Today the streets are littered with their remnants
And on tomorrow they shall be no more
For Life halts as fate wields her unbiased winds,
And death covers the land in shades of black.
The loss makes one ponder: just yesterday
The trees stood tall in their armor of green,
Questioning - in rustle - even the breath of God,
But today they lie alone - humbly unclothed.
When many tomorrows pass they'd suit again
Sprinklings of green would patch both shell and shield
Making these soldiers stand in armor once more,
In shine and numbers showing their glory.
The same way great airplanes take from the birds
So too does the economy from the wave of nature
Such that one day the dollar is strong, and the next
It dies, but surely like the trees it blooms again.
Copyright © 2009 Leslie Alexis