"A Summers Leaf"

Majestically the suns ray becomes the theme,
A warmth coating all that lives... it is easy...
Dangling in dismay, a leaf unnoticed shades from sight.
Plucked... falls the leaf by the wind... still content.
Drifting from the abuse of the wind... its so colorful.
Tumbling gracefully with pains out of alienation...
Stillness... it is cold... this ground... and no wind.
Slowly the process begins to rot its inside...
Destruction... decay of its existence... a self implosion.
Drops of honeydew appear... dissipating 'the self'...
Struggling no more... death...

"Mommy, mommy...! Look...! It's so pretty. Can I keep it, mommy?"

Life.

By: Yusef Abu Nasir Al Cambodee