eric sundin

Just hung on the tree
did a green leaf
seemed happy & free
beyond ‘beleaf’

Was ‘leafing it up’
just blowing in the wind
brimming its life’s cup
in sunlight widely grinned

Then from clear sky a tear
fell on its body, wet splash
happiness turned to fear
by a single raindrop brash!

That’s where it went awry
so there goes the ‘treeborhood’
To Heavens it would cry:
there goes my good ‘leaflihood’!

So goes the whining of the leaf-alarmist
in a too lightly triggered, poor me ‘valse triste’

edited 03/11/24 0810