This is a short poem I wrote about a leaf I picked from a tree whilst walking in nature.
I stole a leafBecause it looked likeGoldI picked it’s prickly deadBodyFrom the treeAnd held it gently in myHandFeeling its spikes as itDug into mySkinAnd then I felt nothing butUnderstandingBecause it wasn’t mine toKeep
This poem was written in response to listening to Oprah Winfrey’s podcast with Eckhart Tolle in which Eckhart explains how to be mindful in nature. I picked the leaf and then realised that I had taken it for myself…my ego. I should have appreciated the leaf in its surroundings and left it for other people to enjoy.
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