PASSAGES
An ancient tree,
withered and gnarled,
who in winter waits to die,
still stands with bare limbs
thrust upward, reaching
toward the hopeful sky.
A dying eagle,
with broken wings,
who cannot leave the earth,
in all its pain still tries
to fly, knowing it was
meant for this since birth.
A fallen leaf,
torn from its life source,
still spreads its autumn beauty,
still adds color to the
barren earth, though death
is its new duty.
withered and gnarled,
who in winter waits to die,
still stands with bare limbs
thrust upward, reaching
toward the hopeful sky.
A dying eagle,
with broken wings,
who cannot leave the earth,
in all its pain still tries
to fly, knowing it was
meant for this since birth.
A fallen leaf,
torn from its life source,
still spreads its autumn beauty,
still adds color to the
barren earth, though death
is its new duty.
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