A poem for a terminally ill child.
There is a playful breeze
That caresses the trees
Singing a melancholy song
It causes the leaves to dance
With a peaceful abandon
Trusting in the invisible as they fall
From their branches
These leaves dance to a harmonious song of joy and sorrow
A melody of unknowing
And the discord of anger and separation
Yet with an unmatched grace
These leaves keep a rhythm
Unsettling in their simplicity
And courageous in their acceptance
These colorful beauties
Cling to the happiness of now
Instead of the uncertainty of tomorrow
Unique is their individual rendition
Of life’s dance
And they continue to perform with fervor till they hit the ground
What a humbling experience
To witness the life and death of a terminally ill child
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