No Fallen Leaf

A reflection about learning to love myself.

​I tried to be a sturdy tree,
No fallen leaf around.

But, try as me to be like he,
My wings stayed on the ground.

Perhaps to fly was silly,
Why the need when there are planes?

With pen and board, it’s then I soared
To infinity and beyond.

And, ever since, I only wince
When others fail to see.

Author's Note

Just realized the shift in the poem from a tree to a bird...whoops

Reviews

[Tracey~]

I love the foundation of the tree and always viewed the branches and leaves as the conduit to freedom for such a sturdy beast. The way they sway in the wind...leaves fly away.. always a cycle of death and rebirth.. So for me the leaves just became the birds..xo

[Brent]

Wow, yes I hadn't even thought about trees, leaves , and birds in that sense. Astute observation! I just like to think how birds can rise above the trivialities that consume us on the ground.

Thank you for your awesome insights!

[FJ Davis]

A human being can desire both the sturdiness of a tree as well as the freedom of a bird's flight.
And, of course, self-love is the basis of all love.
An excellent piece of work!

[Brent]

Well said! Now, I feel justified in that context switch. Yes, loving yourself is the start of a happy and fulfilling life.

Thank you for your review!