Rise The Fall Way

Nature Teaches How To Be

I walk down the cobbled road, Corners strewn with crisp leaves Some rustling as my boot crushed them Like I crush my grieves.

I trample on the brown heap When the rustle turns a clamour As I walk along the cobbled road Their cry gives me pleasure.

One day as walking the path, I Saw a weaver bird, Plucking the rustling chips And flying to the tree near.

I wondered why it is In need of leaves so fallen and Brown, Then I found the little nest Nestled between the boughs.

The leaves I so crushed And found such pleasure, Build a home afar When dealt with much care.

And I learnt the nature’s way To care the brown and fallen, To see through our pain and sorrow — To help touch that light again.

In response to Creative Corner Prompt №9 ‘My Bones Belong to Autumn’. Thank you Diana C. and KTHT for making us think the touch the points we comfortably ignore. For any interested soul, tagging below the link to the article:

Thank You for visiting my page.