Lone leaf hangs onto the branch of a tree on the cliff side,
Nods at the breaking waves below.
The hustle of the wind,
Cause the autumn leaf to fall,
Twisting and turning through the rough air,
Like a butterfly in flight.
Down, down it flutters,
Whispering, singing exhausted.
The diver saw the pain and beauty in the leaf,
Caught it in mid air,
And both shimmered down onto the waves.
Even the smallest leaf must face its destiny,
Saved by the battering waves,
It was buried in the diver's garden.
2/3/2020

The home is under
           the leafy tree.
The graveyard too
         is not far to see!

It’s not that every leaf must finally fall,
it’s just that we can never catch them all.

Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, this epigram has since been translated into Russian, Macedonian, Turkish, Arabic and Romanian.

Native American Prayer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Help us learn the lessons you have left us
in every leaf and rock.

Originally published by The HyperTexts

It shouldn't be
          I,
        But us...

It shouldn't be
         We,
But all...

It shouldn't be the way it is,
            but all of us, we, I everyone

needs to wake up to the fact
were a people not a us, them.

I hope one day we realise
  that a tree cant grow branches if there
aren't roots to  hold it together,

                                               we're all the leaf's.

The gardener from thee-
a meager seed and humble need
a leaf within his reach
The spell enclosed,
apricot and peach.
Pineapple in bloom
No rose
No jessamine
Symbols of all interposed
With a flower so sweet,
like a blue eye
the gardener sighs.

"this Plant, is not mine."