Leaves swaying on tall trees
A soothing breeze stirring them
Perhaps the wind’s shift is
Pleasurable to the leaves and
A change from the routine
Of the hanging stillness that
Is a leaf’s usual daily life
But imagine if leaves could
Communicate in some
Undetectable way and
Leaf talked to hundreds of
other leaves they hung
Out with
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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