Tuesday, August 09, 2011

poem - price of freedom

wispy branches attempt to hold
like an overprotective mother
trying to shield her child eager for independence
in the end, it is to no avail
efforts of mother tree are useless
cool convincing wind whispers enticing invitation
coaxing leaves to depart
the comforts of home for promises of greater freedom
leaves fly away only to be left to fall
when the wind decides not to carry them anymore
no longer feeling mother tree’s caring embrace
shivering on their new home the cold, wet ground
and reminiscing of the warmer, better days


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