Vera Sidhwa


Leaves - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Leaves tell me where,
You come from
And where you go.

You roll hither,
And thither,
In the breeze,
On the trees,
Then on the ground,
Without a sound.

I think you have a mission,
I think you know from the start,
Your lives on the trees,
Look like pretty art.

But you seem to know,
When the winds blow,
That you are nature's,
Personality.

You leaves are the forest's
Afterglow.
You are nature's gift.
You are the most beautiful green.

The greenest green,
Of my dream.


Comments about Leaves by Vera Sidhwa

  • Veteran Poet - 1,276 Points Shahzia Batool (5/11/2013 9:50:00 PM)

    a poem by one who listens the sounds of nature! a beautiful poem...! ! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,284 Points Tarobinson1103@gmail.com Robinson (5/9/2013 4:14:00 AM)

    A nostalgic poem about the transitory existance of leaves to metaphorically describe someone
    close to you. Evokes a warm longing to be next to this person. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013


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