Awareness
I picked a leaf up from the ground
and compared it to my hand.
Its veins were strikingly similar
and wondered was it planned
that all of life is connected
in ways we tend to forget?
The beauty of this connection
is startling and yet
I know that as the leaf withers away
others will take its place.
And I, like you my dearest friends
will also have to face
withering from gusts of wind
that make the dry leaf unseen.
likened to the gusts of wind
that will wipe our slates clean.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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