Retiring Leaves

Fallen leaves have gathered
to narrate their lives under an old unwise tree

How the butterflies had hovered around
How the green had changed shades
How the rains had left impressions
How the flowers had stolen attention

The egoistic tree hears, smirks and shakes to shed a few more
For he bores the flowers
He calls the rains
He exhibits stability
For he has birds for friends

The leaves continue -
talk of swinging on the branches
brushing against the solemn winds
bringing life to the tree they cling to
and sleeping little when the sun would make visits

The tree watches the show and falls asleep
The leaves slowly retire

-Shringi
December 29, 2011