MN (12/17/33 / Chicago, Illinois)

The Little Leaf

A little leaf
Fell from a tree
And wondered what
Will become of me?

He wandered near
And far in fear
At last he cried
And shed a tear!

He felt so alone
And far from home
When suddenly he saw
A King on a throne.

His head was adorned
With a crown of thorns
Clothed in rags
Yet at His feet, multitudes adored,

Little leaf, why do you cry
Why do you weep, why do you sigh?
Don't you know, wherever you roam
I'm by your side?

by Mary Naylor

Comments (2)

Very lovely and symbolic.
I love the symbolism, this is really good.