Through the leafy trees the wintry wind whistled,
Swept away of all,but one that stood and bristled,
The leaf clung on to the stem,fighting the gust,
She shook and shivered,but refused to bite the dust.
The foolish leaf,her fate had been sealed,
Unawares,with faith,her tiny veins filled.
A mocking smile hovered on Her crimson lips,
To wrench her away,Destiny,stealthily in,She slips.,
A slip of a leaf, sheltering a heart mighty bold,
Fearless of life's frozen stare and touch,icy cold
She had seen her friends all scatter away,
She was undeterred,nothing could,the leaf sway.
She survived the storm and the tempest,
Her faith unshaken,on its branch, it rested,
Winds of change,heralded the change of season,
Once again she wore green,and was with mirth laden.
The tree and its branches broke forth into varied green,
The frolicking and fluttering leaf,made a joyous scene.
She swayed in a dance,to the east wind whistling,
Little did she know,her doom ,to life,was stirring,
Then,the clouds gathered and aloud they roared,
The tides rode high and the winds soared,
The fierce storm through the trees lashed,
Forked lightening,across the grey skies flashed.
The mighty stumps forward and over their back they bent,
Tremors of shock and fear,through them were sent,
The leaf's tree dug his claws deep,to the earth he clung,
But his arms mercilessly severed and afar they were flung.
The leaf,held on to her stem,by the skin of her teeth,
It seemed,as if the storm would bow down to her grit,
But then there was a crack,and the branch snapped,
The leafy soul ripped out,in the air she aimlessly flapped.
Torn from the haven of her tree,down she floated,
Destiny,scoring a point,gleefully She gloated.
Her mighty heart shorn of all spirit and strength,
She lay dusty,twisted,broken and doubly bent.
A spent force,as her destiny and fate would have it,
She went down,but not her Faith,--not a bit,
She lay there in peace,though at the altar of death.
Her tree would leaf again,she knew,as did her faith.
Chandni.
Swept away of all,but one that stood and bristled,
The leaf clung on to the stem,fighting the gust,
She shook and shivered,but refused to bite the dust.
The foolish leaf,her fate had been sealed,
Unawares,with faith,her tiny veins filled.
A mocking smile hovered on Her crimson lips,
To wrench her away,Destiny,stealthily in,She slips.,
A slip of a leaf, sheltering a heart mighty bold,
Fearless of life's frozen stare and touch,icy cold
She had seen her friends all scatter away,
She was undeterred,nothing could,the leaf sway.
She survived the storm and the tempest,
Her faith unshaken,on its branch, it rested,
Winds of change,heralded the change of season,
Once again she wore green,and was with mirth laden.
The tree and its branches broke forth into varied green,
The frolicking and fluttering leaf,made a joyous scene.
She swayed in a dance,to the east wind whistling,
Little did she know,her doom ,to life,was stirring,
Then,the clouds gathered and aloud they roared,
The tides rode high and the winds soared,
The fierce storm through the trees lashed,
Forked lightening,across the grey skies flashed.
The mighty stumps forward and over their back they bent,
Tremors of shock and fear,through them were sent,
The leaf's tree dug his claws deep,to the earth he clung,
But his arms mercilessly severed and afar they were flung.
The leaf,held on to her stem,by the skin of her teeth,
It seemed,as if the storm would bow down to her grit,
But then there was a crack,and the branch snapped,
The leafy soul ripped out,in the air she aimlessly flapped.
Torn from the haven of her tree,down she floated,
Destiny,scoring a point,gleefully She gloated.
Her mighty heart shorn of all spirit and strength,
She lay dusty,twisted,broken and doubly bent.
A spent force,as her destiny and fate would have it,
She went down,but not her Faith,--not a bit,
She lay there in peace,though at the altar of death.
Her tree would leaf again,she knew,as did her faith.
Chandni.
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