“Like when a leaf falls from a tree”

Sometimes I think that death is

like when a leaf falls from a tree.

I look up and hear and see

a rustling, colorful mass.

But then

one breaks free

and for a glorious moment

(who can say how long it may seem?)

that leaf swirls

catching light and casting shadows like it never has before, nor shall again

until it reaches the earth

and dissolves

and nourishes the growth of new trees.

(See also Rachel D. Levy’s essay, The Philosophy of Leaves and Whittaker Chambers’ translation of Bambi, Chapter 8)

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