A leaf speaks: my trunk,
you know I nourish you
high on you or fallen
Juana Rosa Pita
As leaf upon a stem, I fed my tree
with sunlight I converted into food
of sugars it could use for energy,
to help in reaching higher altitude.
And when my stem-grip loosened and I fell,
I still could feed my tree from on the ground,
and do this differently, but just as well,
by turning into food when greens had browned.
But modern men, obsessed with tidiness,
wanting mown lawns, uniform and neat,
consider fallen leaves to be a mess
and rarely leave us for our trees to eat.
O leave me where I am, for my tree’s sake!
Let it consume me! Banish now your rake!
Mario A. Pita