No Matter the Stage, We are Never Irrelevant

 

 

In the autumn sunshine,

wind whistles

through the eaves of trees

and leaves continue

their lusty dance

full of life and longing.

You can hear them rattle

against graying branches

until at last,

they are set free.

They wander the hillside

in masses

twirling, twisting

and writhing upon the wind.

They caress the dark patches

of grassless earth

they cling to the wild grasses

the mended fences

and they find themselves

once again

loosely organized

in picturesque patterns

beneath the very tree

that bore them.

There is a cycle here,

a heartfelt longing

to embrace their purpose

no matter their stage

for when they grow –

they grow and stretch

as if life will never end

and the thought escapes them

that as days pass –

so to, do their breaths of existence.

Time passes and they cling tight

fearing the release

but looking forward

to the freedom of flight.

Between the gasps of wind

they contemplate

the fall,

their purpose,

perhaps now changed.

As they quiver,

they admire the dance

they see

the long stretch of trees

now leaning against

the weight

of heavy breaths

they witness

the letting go of fear

the acceptance of change

and they realize

that nothing

goes unnoticed

and nothing

is irrelevant.

 

© Sumyanna 2017

 

Written for The Daily Post Prompt: irrelevant

Beautiful image courtesy of Pixabay.com

 

 

 

 

 

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