Like a leaf That falls from shedding bough, And drifts upon the gentle breeze, Until a sudden gust That lifts it far afield, And sweeps it high to dash against a tree; Then, battered, floats again On calmer air, To heal its wounds As slowly it descends To reach, at last, the Mother Earth, There to return To that which once it was Is life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IT JUST SO HAPPENS by JAMES GALVIN JOY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG BATTLE SONG by EBENEZER ELLIOTT |