My OperaThe Gift Of The Leaf
Friday, June 2, 2006 11:00:38 AM
The Gift Of The Leaf
A leaf flies the wind
Swirling like a soaring wing
Gracefully gliding catches my sight
Drawing me to halt viewing tight
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
At last the leaf flutters down at my feet
I pick up and cherish it as a bookmark fleet
Going through autumn to summer
Its color has turned fire with charisma
The gift of what it means to fly
Have it flaming up to the sky
Above the clouds is my soul
Making my life with a goal
A leaf flies the wind
Swirling like a soaring wing
Gracefully gliding catches my sight
Drawing me to halt viewing tight
My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart
At last the leaf flutters down at my feet
I pick up and cherish it as a bookmark fleet
Going through autumn to summer
Its color has turned fire with charisma
The gift of what it means to fly
Have it flaming up to the sky
Above the clouds is my soul
Making my life with a goal
Subject To Be Deletedgopal_mahadeva # Saturday, June 3, 2006 5:38:03 PM
"My spirit floats to be a part
I feel the beating of its heart"
The heart-shaped leaves or hearts "Swirling like a soaring wing" have found their identity with the "majestical leaf"...! It's a superb piece of poetry!
I wish you write more and more such nice and beautiful poems. Wish you all the best!
Gopal.
Alicelotus # Sunday, June 4, 2006 6:36:33 PM
Nice dream~!
Alice
Jonchinajon # Monday, June 5, 2006 12:25:38 AM
Thanks for sharing!
Jon
Alicelotus # Monday, June 5, 2006 6:19:39 AM
Best wishes
Alice