A Leaf

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.

2 thoughts on “A Leaf

  1. Marco Reply

    Wow… It’s a loooovely poem!
    I’m discovering a whole new side of Robbyne Butter…
    Thank you!!!
    Marco

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *