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Just Before We Die: Lessons of the Leaves

Sometimes poetry is able to capture our sentiments better than long explanations. I hope this poem reaches you in this way.


The falling leaves

from the trees

caught my eye.

They make me sad,

they make me glad

at the same time.

These mixed emotions compel me to wonder why

a leaf should be it's best just before it dies.

I wonder if the same applies to you and me.

Is there a lesson somewhere hidden in the leaves,

secrets revealed to us just as they fly,

that we should be our best just before we die?

A kaleidoscope of beauty drifting there before our eyes,

some floating to the ground others soaring through the skies.

As I watch them both I ask, "which one am I,

and will I be like them, my best, just before I die?"

Sometimes it seems that there is too much to know,

information God won't give.

Then I see the answer already shown,

the leaves have taught me how to live.

Work hard while I am young

when all my strength is there,

give to all who ask of me,

and share the fruit I bear.

Give shade to weary travelers,

shelter from stormy skies.

He who does these things will be his best...

just before he dies.


© 2018 Leland Johnson


Leland Johnson (author) from Midland MI on October 01, 2018:

Mark- Thank you, and glad you liked it. :)

Mark Tulin from Palm Springs, California on October 01, 2018:

Leaves are such an amazing thing. And they live on trees to boot. Meaningful poem, thanks.

Leland Johnson (author) from Midland MI on September 30, 2018:

Fourish- For me the question is about my own personal growth and maturity. Thanks so much for commenting and reading.

FlourishAnyway from USA on September 30, 2018:

This is a compelling question. I love the beautiful fall leaves in all their splendid colors.

Leland Johnson (author) from Midland MI on September 29, 2018:

Mary- Yes, I think of the seasons as examples of cycles of renewal, dying, renewal, dying, growth, new life, etc. Thank you for stopping by!

Mary Norton from Ontario, Canada on September 29, 2018:

The leaves have changed colours now and they are very attractive. They are at their best and I love looking at them. I love looking at the bare trees of winter, too. Just try to be the best each time.

Leland Johnson (author) from Midland MI on September 29, 2018:

Gypsy- thanks for stopping by and commenting. Glad you liked it :)

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 29, 2018:

Wonderful poetry. There is joy in colorful leaves before they wither away.

Leland Johnson (author) from Midland MI on September 29, 2018:

Yes indeed!

Travel Chef from Manila on September 28, 2018:

I agree with you. Better change now rather than regret forever.

Leland Johnson (author) from Midland MI on September 28, 2018:

Dred- Knowing that should provide us the opportunities to not repeat those past mistakes. Thanks for reading and commenting.

Travel Chef from Manila on September 28, 2018:

Dead leaves are just like dead loved ones. We only appreciate the beauty of their existence only after they died. Rather than taking advantage of our time in the world to let them know the importance of their roles in our lives when they were still alive..

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