IN THY GRACE
Upon the branch, a poet's muse doth sway,
Another leaf, a marvel in the light's soft play.
Its beauty whispers all secrets of the earth,
In the veins of evergreen, the tales of birth.
Softness draped in nature's gentle hold,
Each curve and edge a story, yet untold.
In whispered rustles, poetic lines are found,
As it dances with the wind's soft sound.
A canvas painted with the hues of dawn,
A masterpiece of nature's skillful spawn.
Oh, leaf, thou art a marvel to behold,
In thy grace, a poet's heart unfolds.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI