Fallen leaves,
Were they so proud?
In the height of Summer,
Were they so green?
In their full bloom,
Now trodden underfoot,
Mulching and mulshing away.
Tall trees,
Were they so humble?
In the height of Summer,
Were they so browned off?
Amidst their full blooming,
Now starkly defining the night sky,
Bold and brazen in their permanence.
(This is a short poem about seasons and cycles. About how quickly the trappings of success, the 'leaves', can fall away. They have had their 'fifteen minutes of fame' as the superficial foliage that comes and goes, is admired then forgotten then 'trodden underfoot'. Whereas the tree that spawns the leaf is a different representation of 'success'. Hidden for many months by the fluttering leaves, the tree's true beauty is only revealed in the Winter when it stands proud and permanent, enduring the cycles, the seasons, and being the source of growth rather than the evidence of it. It prompts thoughts of what it means to be successful, how to react when you are praised or admired and how to sustain your beliefs when all seem to be against you. It is a timely poem as the leaves start to fall at the start of Autumn and as the economy starts to recover from the worst recession for fifty years.)
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