Your Name on the Leaf on heavens tree
When your leaf fall your earth time is done

Your Name on the Leaf on heavens tree
Each life is a leaf on heavens tree,
When the leaf falls the angels collect,
And your time on earth is done,
If your name is on the leaf.
It grows in the warmth of creation,
It drinks from the light of the sun,
It stirs in the hush of the morning,
And sleeps when the evenings come.
Your name is on the leaf,
Written in silver and gold,
The wind reads every letter,
The branches remember each soul.
We rise with the years on our shoulders,
We laugh through the heart of our youth,
We stumble and carry our burdens,
And learn the deep meaning of truth.
The seasons will turn as they always do,
No mortal can bargain for more,
But peace waits beyond every sunset,
Like waves on a far distant shore.
And when it is time for the falling,
There is nothing to fear underneath,
The angels will gather you gently,
For your name is on the leaf.
They will lift you into the heavens,
Where sorrow and shadow will cease,
And life will return in a new form,
In mercy, in quiet, in peace.
So breathe while the branches still hold you,
Share love with the souls that you meet,
For each life is a leaf on the heavens tree,
And your name is on the leaf.
Even when storms tear at the branches,
And shadows stretch across the skies,
Your leaf will remain in the sunlight,
The angels will carry your sighs.
Time will circle in endless motion,
Moments will fade and then appear,
Yet love is the root that holds the tree,
And memory keeps you near.
So rest in the hush of the heavens,
Let the stars trace your gentle way,
For every leaf that falls in silence,
Shines forever beyond the day.
Each life is a leaf on heavens tree,
And your name is on the leaf.

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (1)
So amazing, heartfelt, well expressed, and beautiful. You shoud try to have some of your poems published in a book.