a new and brighter future?
Autumnal winds whistle through the trees
Tugging at leaves, loosing them into the chill, damp, air
And as they fall, they reflect the fading sun.
I watch my hopes and dreams twist and turn
Before they sink and spill onto the still, cold, earth.
As they lie before me, I see them scarred with bites and growths
While some lay blackened, sootéd from afar.
I watch them join an ever-growing pile of yesterdays,
And wonder what happened to my hopes? My dreams?
Now lying prone amidst a woodland grave.
How quick the change from bright green shoots of hope,
Forcing their way to life, eager to grow strong
And make their entrance to a sunlit world.
For a season they grew and shone.
Released their scented blossoms in all their glory
And played their part in a world of green.
Now, each leaf plays a different role.
The final scene in an eternal play.
Each of us playing our part; leaves on the tree of life.
A forest of birth, death and re-birth
Each of us thrusting into life with boundless energy
With hope, before the wings of time pluck us from the bough
And draw us down to earth to start anew.
Spawning the next troop of players to take the stage
Eager to make their mark, to change the world
To make the world a better place,
Before the winter winds tug too at them
Wresting them to their destiny.
And each year as the sun raises herself
Higher in the sky a new generation of verdant buds