On a walk along the tree lined path,
Strewn with leaves, not yet swath,
A relaxing sight for my sore eyes,
Amidst nature’s bounty, peace abides.

I wish we could exist like leaves,
Not flaunting or faulting principles or beliefs,
Yet, co existing in harmony,
Photosynthesizing, without ceremony.

Old ones giving way to new,
Circle of life in full view.
All hues of green and brown on trees and ground,
Each has a role to play and then to earth is bound.

Cycle of youth and old,
Like seasons hot and cold.
Is nature’s way in every fold,
Continuity of life is gold,

Leaves cannot discuss right and wrong,
Or the multitude of perspective and prong,
Harmonious existence-short or long,
Is its way-subtle, spontaneous and strong!