Continuous Cycle Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being like the lonely leaf, deadened and fallen from
the tree of life, trampled and stomped upon, yet be-
coming the food by which it will feed it's roots.

Helping it to grow and be nourished in time, do we
think less of the dead leaves of earth, if so, why?
are they not creations of our Lord also?

Isn't their purpose four-fold from beginning buds
to death in brown and crackly leaves, providing the
sustenance as once others have done before them.

A continuous cycle of life, revolving throughout
everything we see around us in nature, living with
it all, not always noticing or thinking about it.