Leaves once green and succulent,
Now dry and brown.
One by one they fall,
Only for the wind to carry round and round.
And in the storm those leaves float
Hoping to find self, hoping to find you.
The joys that fill the cups of this world,
Only empty the cup that is this heart.
So that this tree, once strong and unbreakable
Remains weak and broken.
With leaves gliding in the storm
Dry from past droughts.
Many say trees only get ready for future seasons,
So I hope that my tree is only preparing.
But until then,
These remain my falling leaves of sadness.
Yours,
SOLOMON
