"The End of The Old"

Leaf trembling alone on the branch
Out on a limb, full of fears.
Why am I abandoned by my peers?
As they spread themselves in the wind and flew...
Peerless, clinging to last chance
Yet willing to let go, waiting for the word;
For new life to emerge.
As sap creeps up through the branch
New bud thrusts, zapping the last connection
Of old self and the leaf is born again,
Generating new generation’s energy
While its husk is taken by the ground
In communion once again.

Kittie Carr