Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Maple Leaf






High in the sky, fluttering there,
I stand.
I am part of a crowd, I am an individual,
I am looked at and gazed at,
For we are beautiful together,
But ignored individually,
Many shapes, designed by God,
All expertly designed and made.
I live for the summer,
I die for the winter,
Taken away at life’s end,
To never be seen again in whole form,
My pieces fall from me,
I become one with the soil,

I am a leaf.

By: Theo Wiersema
You can view his blog at
http://www.theosphotoblog.blogspot.com