In the springtime of my life
I envisioned myself,
A sapling. Slowly growing. The sunlight of summer Made me strong. A giant oak Withstanding, powerful. Through the changing seasons, Sprang Autumn And I realized I was not a lone oak, but One Leaf upon the tree Life. Some light within grows... Changing. Turning me to brilliant hues Before the Fall. In the Winter of my life, How will I return to Earth? Breaking free of the tree, Will I plummet? Or will I dance with the wind, For awhile Caressed by its wispy grasp Carried afar. The body finally cut free, My soul laughs the laugh of a lifetime, And Life and death join in.
 
© 2002 Kevin Clous 
BEFORE THE FALL
KEVIN CLOUS
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