Endowed on High Bark Pedestals

Endowed on high bark pedestals,
Emerald leaves of sparkling days
Govern volumes of trembling grass.

With last autumn memorable,
Our Mother urged infant leaves the day
Her menstruation, built of wrath, will crash.

Funny, how pleas are forgettable
When they deny their declining stay
And forbid the starved grass the sun’s path.

Barely the blind leaves see plentiful
The bloody leaves shattered that still lay
Till their final days on stage have passed.