by : Bacardi Gold

Photo by Hasan Albari on Pexels.com

adrift in the gust of whisky wind
losing directions escaped and freed
yellowed by time in the dry summers
swayed to sleep in the wintry rains

out in the open where all is free
braved the gloom of the cold dark nights
impulse of the early warm mornings 
wake the sanity of the day's life

falling leaves dropped on the thirsty ground
didn't spoke a word bruised or hurt
stayed 'till the living color has browned
picked up and thrown to the pyramiding pile

billowing smoke embraced the leafy mound
heat has blazed to a sea of flames
ashes remained blown to leave a trickle of trace
served its greener life to a tree and waned