Am I The Only Fool Who Stops To Smell The Leaves?

  

Am I the only fool who stops to smell the leaves?

 That stands in spring 

Side by side with the buzzing bees

Under the shade of even the most pathetic of trees


Am I the only fool who stops to smell the leaves?

 With their earthy perfume

I swoon 

Under their delicate veins

And leafy strands

And simply stand and stare

Then, poof!

I rip a branch bare 

And take home with me

A bouquet of fresh summer leaves

 Each piece a brilliant green

Transparent in the sun 

A leafy life for every one! 

Unstunned, I realized

I killed what means most to be

But I continue to walk

Fresh and free

With my leafy

Majesty 

With a trail of her delicious scent

Trailing behind me 

Am I the only fool who stops to smell the leaves?

The End

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