A Leaf’s Magic!

As I strolled through the crunchy leaves and other detritus left behind from a passing storm, with my faithful companion Snowy by my side, the warm glow of the setting sun cast a golden light upon our path. The air was alive with the sweet scent of decay and the gentle rustle of leaves as we walked. 

Snowy, sensing my pause, looked up at me with curious eyes as I bent down to pick up a particularly vibrant fallen leaf. As I held it up to the fading light, I gazed through its delicate veins and was struck by the intricate beauty of nature's craftsmanship. The leaf's shape, like a tiny triangle, seemed to frame the sun's descent into the horizon, and for a moment, time stood still. 

I felt a sense of wonder and awe wash over me, and the words began to flow like the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. The poem, born from that fleeting moment, poured out of me as if the leaf itself had whispered its secrets in my ear. 

Snowy, sensing my introspection, nuzzled my ankle, and together we continued our walk, the leaf's beauty lingering in my heart like the memory of a gentle touch.




And now - the poem itself:

Leaf of golden hue, so delicate and fine,
Dancing on the breeze, with steps so divine.
Your edges crisp, your veins so bright,
A masterpiece of nature's craftsmanship, a wondrous sight.

Your shape a triangle, with pointed tip,
A delicate latticework, a gentle grip.
The sunlight catches you, and you shine so bright,
A tiny jewel, amidst the green and light.

Your scent is earthy, with hints of decay,
A reminder of life's cycle, day by day.
You rustle softly, as the wind whispers low,
A gentle lullaby, as the seasons grow.

Your beauty is fleeting, yet oh so grand,
A moment's peace, in this busy land.
So let us cherish you, dear leaf so fair,
And marvel at the magic, that's beyond compare.

-Mani