The Social Experience......Helping the Unsigned Artist Get Heard!!!
The Evolution Of Truth.
Today I ponder Autumn leaves
just past their tumble from the trees
not crumbled yet beneath my feet
as Summer sheds their bright debris.
I pick one up,
its scarlet splayed
From God's great pallette
on Earth's stage
a humble sage, I sing it's praise
though its beauty cannot grace this page.
I pull another from its tomb
its warmest yellow soothes my gloom,
its scent perfumed with memories
of all the seasons granted me.
Then briefly I compare the two
noting the differences I view
each vein that fed them on their backs,
all patterned in such different paths.
Each polka dot of rot that grows
across them as they decompose
can never match the rest that lie
in splendind colors as they die.
In school they taught me Evolution
A subject that they swear is proven,
but these leaves bring a new conclusion,
perhaps such theories are illusions.
No two leaves fallen are the same,
so how is it that they all came,
from just one cell eons ago,
and yet so different as they grow.
All human beings share leaves traits
down to each fingerprint, but wait,
Our eye patterns and DNA
don't match at all in anyway
Perhaps leaves are a message to
remember yearly....God made you
though I am not a scientist,
in endless leaves I ponder this.
If ignorance is bliss then I
will lean more towards
my God whose wise
and leave such facts or fiction lie
in textbooks till the day I die
then learn what's true
from God's replies.
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2015