Lastly, I’d consider: is not the leaf in the autumn wind also the men that felled the trees? And, if so, how do you reconcile that observation within your presentation of the dilemma?
#I am a leaf on the wind origin skin
The seasons change on a chameleon skin Green, Brown and Gray. I enjoyed the ecstatic epiphany found in lines 25-34 but would recommend removing the first-person pronouns to emphasize the lack of separation between subject and object, like so: “I now know I was a seed” – the metaphor here may be getting mixed as leaves are not usually seeds – and though I understand where you’re heading it may not be necessary to your poem to mix the metaphor in this way. Seems that spring and summer seasons ring in my mind more as nature smiling. The line “the smile of nature is a standout” but what is it about leaves falling in autumn that would indicate nature is smiling? I tend to associate autumn with nature hunkering down in preparation for winter – and not altogether pleasant to watch. 4-line stanzas would work really well to help tighten your image by helping you focus the meter. I’d suggest you break the piece into stanzas to increase general readability.
I really enjoy poetry that employs personification and many others do too. What more could I do, how less could I feel Is there a meaning in cry for my revenge? He lacked the sorrow and was far from sane, I am betrayed and I am withered and weak,Īnd I was the lone leaf now in that tree.Īnd there I fell and wisped through the air,Īnd then the hollow face of a man with gain. The life and strength of Mother Nature was me, Why then this betrayal? Why then this betrayal?” I gave them life, and they burn with fire I asked the Nature “Mother, I gave them shade, and they cut with spade…
You are the rain, and the mighty sun that glare What was left was the silence of the lame. My world so serene flipped to deadly hell, They tied my mother, they cut my brothers,Įars exploded with their desperate wisps, Though the world around was a heaven in store. I was stunned to see the tears they kept, The winds just cried and the sparrows wept, I could shake my hands with wind and embrace the sands of time,įor they were my friends and bought stories from far of lands, I grew a little, grew a little, grew a little more, We were destined to dance in the autumn wind. The Moon kissed me like a fairy in a dream It glistened my days and smothered my evenings, I am here to love them I am here to serve them, I saw the seasons change on a chameleon skin Green, Brown and Gray. I asked the wind, I asked the sand, why nature put me here, It was old as millennia and whispered the story of ages.Īnd I danced to the tunes of mighty winds, Neither the leaves nor the branches knew where we came and what our destiny is?Īll they told was that you are the smile of nature, I asked my brothers, I asked the mothers, There were thousands of hands and millions of my kind, I swayed and rustled on the hands of my mother tree. This sad poem sung from the lips of a leaf in the autumn wind is a wakeup call that would shatter our deep slumber of ignorance. Human beings, in their deadly quest to sabotage nature, seldom realize that he is killing himself. This poem has death and sorrow in nature as its undertone.
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