The Gold and The Green

A light touch of gold,

Spreading on a blanket of green

The splendour the green holds

Takes a loss; slowly losing its sheen.

Curling up to save itself,

Proves to be in no avail.

Why is it that gold outshines all,

Divulging everything to be so frail?

With the brilliance comes death,

A fate that the green cannot defy.

As it liberates its last breath,

It parts from its holder thereby.

As the small leaf falls

Once so green, now wrecked with gold

I come to realise, it enthralls

Me; the tree is crying for you.

Plunging tears of bright leaves

Are you so different from them?

Death: Your soulless face deceives

Because of the light it holds.

The smile on your lips; so genuine

Would laughter burst forth from you?

Of what truth am I in denial?

Nothing is here that I could redo.

As I see you being embraced,

By the earth, concealing that smile,

I wonder why my eyes are not laden

With tears of utmost grief.

Perhaps there is no need,

To do so; my sadness is beyond wails.

The trees cry for you without heed

With the falling golden leaves.