
pretty leaves upon the trees out swaying in the wind
paint a picture of a different life that once was lived
calmer and more colorful, they swayed in years of old
blowing, sweetly scented, crimson, jade, and marigold
the same trunks still stand outside, acing the test of time
with stillness comes wisdom and a sadness intertwined
with beauty comes a madness and a wild sense of claim
mortal arms open up worlds to our trees all the same
no matter how this life may look or how we ache inside
if simple colors of the world still blow our pupils wide
then all the color and the love long gone will not subside
not in this life, nor the next, nor ever when the human smiles
About the Creator
angela hepworth
Hello! I’m Angela and I enjoy writing fiction, poetry, reviews, and more. I delve into the dark, the sad, the silly, the sexy, and the stupid. Come check me out!



Comments (4)
Riveting writing Angela!
This is such a lovely, wistful piece. The imagery is so rich and soothing.
How often humankind has looked to the trees for inspiration, and yet you grasp the metaphors for life here.
I love human smiles! Great work