A leaf, a cocoon

My 8 year old inspired this one. While exploring the Green Apple tree seen from my Kitchen window, he looked at a dried leaf that was about to fall down, but still clinging to the brittle branch for dear life, and exclaimed ‘ ‘Amma, a dried leaf? oh no, a cocoon I guess.’ Thus began the train of thoughts. Tell me how do you like this.

Whims and fancies

dried leaf

Is it a last leaf clinging to the bleak branch?
A valiant warrior from agonizing yesterdays,
Distraught with the ruthless winter that just went by
Or, is it a cocoon dangling and dancing?
A dried up casing from the outside;
But a receptacle of life; throbbing and thriving

Is it going to fall for an early spring breeze?
And embrace the earth, to become one with it?
Or is it going to stay put till it’s time comes?
To metamorphose into a winged wonder
Is it a pale remnant of a cold past?
Or a resilient reminder of the promise of life

Is it a mistaken attempt to hold on?
Instead of graciously accepting the coming of time
Is it yet another marvel of creation?
An unraveling of the mystic of life?
Or, a mere hint that looks can be deceptive,                                                       That we must look beyond the obvious.

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