Just A Tree Poem by Sarah Persson

A leaf falls off the autumn tree,
And glides away so gently,
With an elderly hand I reach to hold,
And feel each line, each crease and fold.

It's life of blowing in the breeze,
The hue of sun kissed lemons,
And still its shape holds perfect form,
A leaf thats old but not quite worn.

The story of the tree it seems,
Is use your time with quiet ease,
A harshened world may pass you by,
But never question, when or why.

Of graceful height and broken shade,
Respite for us on warmer days,
With all the beauty held for me,
There's no way you're merely, 'Just a tree.'