By Mal Sealy

The dry withered gnarled threadworn leaf hung uncertainly…
Its time unmercifully left wanting.
Natures subtle hand…
A soft breeze, an unannounced brush
Condemning the leaf: –
servitude served.
The brush…too, belatedly waited…
Thankfulness aired…
Lighted warmth fragrances nuance.
An acknowledgment In Thatness..
No words,
Utterances wavelength the Word!

And mans choice! ! !
To aide both parties…?
His choice!
To reach a hand up…
To free that leaf…
To lighten the burden of that brush…
To see the promotion of the new..
His unselfishly, unyearningly free! ! !
Third party preemptive interaction!
Reciprocated efforts waged

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Tropic of Cancer.