In only Eram grows the Harvest Tree,
Which grows the harvest fruit, pollinated by the local bees.
And hanging from the branches like little sleeves
Are the 5 point spirit leaves.
In their lifetimes of less than a year,
Born in Spring as a bud with a cheer,
They tell stories of the day they will fly,
Which unbeknownst to them is also the day they will die.
They gather together on very long branches
To tell stories of flips and floating and dances.
And as the Autumn days draw nearer for them,
They color themselves, from the tip to the stem.
Some dress in yellow and gold,
Some in red and dark purple for all to behold.
And in excited whispers they discuss who will be the first to let go?
Who will kick off the shower of the flying leaf show?
Who will be the first to bid goodbye?
And they quibble over who gets to be the first leaf to fly.
But then, to mark the first signs of Fall,
The bravest of leaves, yes the bravest of all,
On just the slightest breath of the wind,
Let’s go of his branch with an arch and a bend.
And with the next gust,
Excited spirit leaves, also, let get as they must.
And each feels the exhilleration of freedom and flight,
Until they land and say they’re final goodnight.
Valerie Carsey, LLC 