Leaf Span: Meditations from a Leaf
Back in my glory days
I was named “Miss Chlorophyll”
by the esteemed panel of judges,
and I’m afraid it went right to my stem.
I thought I’d be green and soft and shiny forever.
But one day a cold wind blew,
which shook my branch and hardened my veins
and took the green right out of my soul.
The whole tree moaned, and my brethren cried out,
“Oh, how the mighty have fallen!” as they fell.
I petitioned the Lord right then and there,
“Let me stay. Please don’t shake me loose.”
He strengthened my stem and said, “Watch.”
I saw the green, golden world dry up,
And my own skin with it.
And I knew that this, too, was a glory.
I’ll probably delete this in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 