A morning herb developing its hue,
Slight and delicate yet it possesses a vigorous core.
Granted with freedom and eternity,
or so it seems.
As the midrib locks itself with the branch of humanity,
other leaves nearby would fluctuate.
But one day, the green revealed an unexplainable blockade
that disturbed the arm tremendously.
It was as if the Autumn door was closing and the frost
was making it's entry.
The edges have decided to hibernate and
The veins have begun to fold.
The stem grasped tightly onto its existence and focused
greatly towards the key.
Connection.
A sudden burst of bushes surrounded this plant
to assist the complication.
Drenched in dew and a never ending cycle of misery
may have dispersed,
But the ambition could never disappear.
For the tree will continue to sprout and soon
the leaf will overcome.
If it preserves the power that is sustained,
the leaf is a fragment of what will bloom.