Yellow leaves fell
Leaving the old boughs
Tired of clinging
But afraid of letting go
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A beautiful poem! I consider the last couple of lines as the epitome of this wonderful work on new life..........10
The second stanza is a lament for the victim of human cruelty, and its a sorry kind of casual destructiveness. There is no sign the human realizes his actions are so hurtful. The stanza begins with nature's hope but that is dashed by man's slashing. // But the first stanza is wonderful in evoking the necessary pruning of autumn. It's the self-renewing process of nature you're describing, and although you don't put a human being in the setting, I can see my life paralleling the tree's life, and the tree and I are siblings in the larger family of life.
new leaves meant new life For the poor old tree................. A great write.
Change is natural. Old has to die to give space to new. Very nice.
It gives me enormous pleasure to revisit this excellent poem.. beautiful poetry.