Life (sonnet)
Life In infancy leaf is as a little bud If not picked from its stem it will be born With veins and cord to receive nourishment If from its sweet mother it is not torn It will surely grow bigger and bigger With each and every day that goes by And become part of the family tree And the wind will blow and the leaf will sigh It will grow with its brothers and sisters To become a special part of the whole In summer it will work hard to provide Shade and cover and to perform its role In fall it tires... Sign in to see full entry.