The leaf springs

From an expression of hope

A soul so alive

in the sun it shall thrive.

 

The leaf it lives

with a love that gives

amongst the limb

and against the wind

shivered by a grace

that filled this empty space.

 

The leaf it withers

With the sound of winter

colored by life’s little change

where death is nothing more

than a wicked splinter.

 

The leaf it dies

without a single cry

known that its purpose

lived through the life

that gave as it was given.

 

For life is but a leaf

as such there is much

to learn from the ease

in which these leaves

speak through me.

BeLove © 2018


My roots are buried in the Dirty South. I grew up learning the importance of God and Southern Charm. I began writing in my late teens mostly through heartbreak and music. I moved out west 15 years ago and live right around the corner from the Fountain Of Youth. Most people refer to it as Lake Tahoe. I play Chef during the day and search for ways to save the world by night, through reading, writing, and believing. I enjoy the side of life that is less abrasive. I look forward to joining you on my quest through Spiritual Sobriety with the Promised Land as our ultimate destination.

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