Seeing no more leaves

I was aiming to juxtapose our Mother Nature and human behavior in relation to one another. I’m not sure how she has turned out. Would love to know what you think of it.

Seeing no more leaves
Listen now to the sounds
those early morning chirps of birds
and chill lingering afresh, leaving dew on leaves
watch as the sky colors with looming light
the warmth that slithers and dives

She lays beneath leaves
on silk of grass
sea deep eyes closed
and breathes

The rustle of trees roars
when the smooth wind blows
and somewhere a while away
the wet river flows
gurgling, lapping the shores

She stirs
crushing the ground beneath
eyes opened to spy the sky through the leaves
patches of blue and green

The Earth yawns awake
with the birds, the seeping warmth
and spies another day dawn
another day to go quietly slipping
forgotten in the midst- that she too breathes and gives

She rubs her eyes of sleep
jumping to eager feet
eyes now fixed and shallow
and see no more leaves.

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I'm a writer of stories I'd love to read. I dream of being a best-selling author one day, but don't we all? I'd also love to work as a scriptwriter in Hollywood. Dreams that seem impossible really, but I'm gutsy/dumb enough to try. l love all things paper and pen. Believe me, I collect them. I write novels, poems and scripts. I paint. I have two Kindle novels, In Strange Company, and Charming Mr. Stewart on Follow me and my progress on my blog,, on Twitter @evacharya, Facebook 'Author/Filmmaker- Eva Acharya', and sign up for my email.

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