A leaf floats down to the wooden bench and sits to gaze a while
If the wind stays calm and gives it peace it hopes to spot a smile
For all around life rushes round, intriguing it to write
And so the story takes it’s shape by day and through the night
For each of those who pass it by, they have their tale to tell
So let observe this single leaf as she opens up each shell.
Mm I like it…thought provoking
Wow… It’s a loooovely poem!
I’m discovering a whole new side of Robbyne Butter…
Thank you!!!
Marco