If I were but a leaf falling from the burdened weight of your weary limbs,
I would waft my way
through the spaces of your turbulent sways
Leaving drops of my chlorophyll spies
to fill your horizon with shades of new life.
But here I stick to my heavy branch
Too weary to detach
My stems uncertain, heaving doubtful sighs;
eyes blinded by colourless promises in cloudless skies,
Hope floats beyond the shifting spaces,
hiding plainly from our weeping lies.
