I looked out from my window
onto the ground below
beside the small roadway
a grassy bank
where stood this lonesome tree
the early year saw
it right bough break
by mothers natures hand
standing with a
missing arm it seemed
and now the rustic leaves
lie fallen to the ground
while others look on
once admired the foliage
is scattered here and there
mother nature sweeping
and pushing to the air
i wondered on this tree of life
leaves cast down
no more to climb
upon a branch
as we did as kids
but lie there still rusting
does anyone notice
in this speed of light world
be it leaves
or people lying in need
the beggar the pauper
ears waiting for words
often not heard
fallen, forgotten
by failure or age
strangers and orphans
people with rage
will anyone ever
notice life's tree
and the leaves
just like people
blown by the breeze
the moral i guess
is to value our leaves
while they are with us
joined to the tree