She was
Walking
The trails of the forest
Whilst gazing inbetween
Its stems.

A young woman
Her eyes as deep
As the color blue can be.

Covered
By few strands of golden blond curls.
Neither pearls nor snow
Can be compared
To the white shade of her skin
From top
To down low.

She sat down
Took a notepad
Out of her bag
Followed by her
Precious pink pen.

'Home' she noted
'Is not always
Ones happy place'.

'A mother and its child
Are like the tree
I see in front of me'.

'For it
Feeds its leaves
From its root'.

'Only a fool
Would say
That a single leaf
Could survive without its tree'.

'Could I be,
The leaf, who lost its beautiful green color?'.

Suddenly I got disturbed
By a woodpecker.
Floating around the trees
Beautiful green new grown leaf.

'How odd
He does not seem interested
In the trees stem at all'.

The wind caused
The leaf to whirl.
As if it wanted
The woodpecker to leave.

He kept on
Incomoding
The beautiful green new grown leaf.

There was nothing
The tree could do
Besides continue
To provide
The beautiful green new grown leaf.

The leaf will forever
Blame its provider
For letting
The viscious woodpecker
Enjoying its valuable innocence.


Chaimaeelmas