Since when have leaves from that tree care
if winds move them with a whisper?
Those leaves sway in life
attached to their own branch
Just rustling in laughter
as they watch the ground.
For us, we have the sky to dream about
for them, they have the ground to idolized
Those leaves hang from their branch like cocoons
changing colors as time goes by
awaiting to be ripen and then fall and then fly
to land where we now stand
as if they were butterflies
whose wings are winds to fly them to different parts
we watch the sky while standing on ground
we build rockets and airplanes to attempt to touch it
but no matter what
there’s always more and more
there’s no limit
we try so hard to go beyond
as if beyond was where Paradise is found
but unlike those leaves
that land where we now stand
we have no means to ever touch it
Its as if the ground
was a Heaven for those leaves
while for us
a Hell we try so hard
The leaves with a short life unlike us, with their beautiful changing visuals in the poem; hanging like a cocoon, changing colors, who are like butterflies with the win d as their wings. They want to get to the ground to fertilize soils, and breath back life to it. They are simple and can reach their goal once their life is over.
While us humans, aim for reaching higher skies , and no matter how far we go, we still don’t get there. Even after our life time. No matter how much we achieve, we rarely have satisfaction .
And the ending stanza, so beautiful wraps up the poem perfectly!!!