a single leaf

Once in your life, one will say: “I am small”

It’s not hard to notice;

Like in a pond- a single lotus, 

Like in a field- a single blade,

Like in a painting- a single shade,

As you gaze up in the infinite possibility, the sky,

Through the canopy, a string of light hits your eye, 

The moon is blazing with glory and life, 

Its depth and sharpness like the steel of a knife,

We may never compare- to ourselves. We outlive the life of the night.

Is it good or bad? Who can tell? Who would decide?

Whether our life, significant or simply next gen’s guide, 

As we grow old, this line means more and more, 

No longer a draining realisation, more relief than tore, 

No longer a flower wilting, but making space for new to grow,

It may be slow, but it's worth the wait,

Like the blooming rose, what secret it uncovers, 

To realise- “I am small”  

In a forest, nothing but;

A single leaf.