Ode to a Falling Leaf

By: Chase Robbins

A great oak tree lives in the shadow of its children, who drift freely,

In contagiously blithesome hues of crisp tangerine,

They ride the gentle breeze playfully,

It is the world they seek,

The delight at seeing nature’s endless creativity wander amazingly.

We, an incarcerated species,

Merely watch with disdain at the impetuous divinity,

For we know that we could never join in their merry escapades,

As we berate the gods angrily,

With profound apprehension,

Wonder awaits the next falling leaf eagerly.

I reach out with calloused hands and she simply brushes against my cheek mournfully,

On her way to create beauty.

Why must she elude me, doesn’t she know that I love thee?