leaves

When a leaf falls from a tree, it doesn't bounce,
or break, or yell. it floats. peacefully down to earth,
where it will die, and will get reborn into a new
leaf. but yet, it still floats down.


~TaCos

Falling Ashes

(This poem is dedicated to all the men and women lost in the war.)


The Humvee pulls up to a house, in Iraq. they see falling ashes everywhere.
Children playing peacefully on the road. The last thing they saw, were falling ashes.
As the last burning remains of a fallen tree are run over by a truck, falling ashes hit the window, like a giant sand storm. as men and women of Canada step out onto the battle field, they see.
Falling ashes.


~TaCos