The Falling Leaves And The Gentle Breeze Poem by Bharati Nayak

In this quiet afternoon
Leaves are falling from trees
The trees no longer hold them
As they know
The time for fall has come
The old has to leave
to create space for the new
It is nature's way of renewal
New leaves will come and
Adorn the branches
The birds don't go away
From the mother tree
As they know they have to wait
For new leaves, flowers and fruits.
They sing in beautiful notes
Along with the murmurs of gentle breeze