#sycamore

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  • pallavi4 44w

    The autumn leaf

    Life is hard but for me, a golden autumn leaf
    Floating dreamily solitary atop the pond
    Shady trees with their fiery leaves
    Still remind me of memories fond

    Overlooking the pond in the village
    I was a part of an umbrageous tree
    Swishing and swaying gayly in the wind
    I lived like a careless, carefree dupree

    In the spring dressed in green robes
    I was strong, glossy and able
    Come summer I enjoyed the sunlight
    In the summer breeze I was adept and stable

    Attached to the old world sycamore I lived
    Among friends and family together
    Thought I did we would merrily live
    As a powerful unit forever

    Come the fall, we went from wearing greens
    To cloaks in oranges, reds and golds
    We started swaying in the chilly draft
    And breathing in the autumn cold

    One day a great gust broke me off
    From the cluster of the other leaves
    I sauntered slowly down to the pond
    Half golden, half dried like the rest of the tree

    And on the calm waters I lay silently watching
    Waiting for the others to join me now
    Forming a golden pathway by the pond
    They fell away from the shady bough

    I watched as they were swept away
    By autumn’s chilly winds to different lands
    I was destined to die alone and lonely
    Why me, I couldn’t really understand

    But till that day arrived I decided I would
    Not be like other leaves but float aimlessly
    I would watch as the world passed me by
    Unworried, unattached, nonchalantly

    Slowly as winter came I lost the golden sheen
    Completely dried and wilted I became
    I was ready to pass on to better worlds
    I knew in death life wouldn’t be the same

    And then one day, just like that it came for me
    Like any another day I was floating alone
    I perished with an eye till the very end
    On my beloved now bare sycamore .

    @pallavi4

    13th of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- 1935 by Peter Holme iii on 500 px

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  • pallavi4 76w

    The autumn leaf

    Life is hard but for me, a golden autumn leaf
    Floating dreamily solitary atop the pond
    Shady trees with their fiery leaves
    Still remind me of memories fond
    Overlooking the pond in the village
    I was a part of an umbrageous tree
    Swishing and swaying gayly in the wind
    I lived like a careless, carefree dupree
    In the spring dressed in green robes
    I was strong, glossy and able
    Come summer I enjoyed the sunlight
    In the summer breeze I was adept and stable
    Attached to the old world sycamore I lived
    Among friends and family together
    Thought I did we would merrily live
    As a powerful unit forever
    Come the fall, we went from wearing greens
    To cloaks in oranges, reds and golds
    We started swaying in the chilly draft
    And breathing in the autumn cold
    One day a great gust broke me off
    From the cluster of the other leaves
    I sauntered slowly down to the pond
    Half golden, half dried like the rest of the tree
    And on the calm waters I lay silently watching
    Waiting for the others to join me now
    Forming a golden pathway by the pond
    They fell away from the shady bough
    I watched as they were swept away
    By autumn’s chilly winds to different lands
    I was destined to die alone and lonely
    Why me, I couldn’t really understand
    But till that day arrived I decided I would
    Not be like other leaves but float aimlessly
    I would watch as the world passed me by
    Unworried, unattached, nonchalantly
    Slowly as winter came I lost the golden sheen
    Completely dried and wilted I became
    I was ready to pass on to better worlds
    I knew in death life wouldn’t be the same
    And then one day, just like that it came for me
    Like any another day I was floating alone
    I perished with an eye till the very end
    On my beloved now bare sycamore .

    @pallavi4

    2nd of December, 2020

    Pic credit: 1935 by Peter Holme iii on 500 px

    Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork

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  • outpouringsofthemind 208w

    Sycamore •

    oh what a pretty song
    heard through the sycamore trees
    oh what a pretty song
    she's singing down on her knees

    oh what a pretty day
    for all the birds to be chirping
    oh what a pretty way,
    a pretty way to go

    oh what a beautiful sunrise
    bathing the forest in light
    oh what a beautiful maiden
    soon to give up the fight

    oh on that beautiful morning
    you wouldn't have ever guessed
    the third year anniversary
    of her three year old son's death

    oh what a pretty song
    you can hear through the sycamore trees
    oh but if you listen too closely
    the sound could just make your ears bleed

    she was a fair kind-hearted maiden
    who gave birth at just sixteen
    the father had left her to go to war
    wearing five shades of camouflage green

    oh how she longed for his return,
    counting on sycamore leaves
    sorrow and hope were the most she could feel
    as she sat by the sycamore trees

    winter came and then went by
    and with it went her dreams
    her child fell ill and she held him close
    til' no longer did he breathe

    now it's such a beautiful morning
    birds still chirp heavy in song
    oh what a pretty voice singing
    quietly but not for long

    she undid the pin in her hair
    and took in a big shaky breath
    the soil mushed up and clung to her knees
    the revolver just lay on her left

    oh what a pretty song
    heard through the sycamore trees
    oh what a wonderful voice
    simply echoing into the breeze

    just a mere five minutes ahead
    the flowers are tinged with red
    and the beautiful maiden
    has ended her song,
    to join kin in heaven instead

    oh what a pretty day
    for all the birds to be chirping
    oh what a pretty way,
    a pretty way to go

    ©outpouringsofthemind