Leaves on an Oak Tree

Looking at the leaves on an oak tree, reminds me of life

Living through four seasons, read the picture and take a dive

You are born, you take root, at season spring

You come into bloom, holding to your mother’s string         

You reached summer, youth is in full flower

In no time follows autumn and its rain shower

You lose strength, you change colour, never flew high, time flew by

Floating down like those leaves, looking up to the sky

The wind you played with during summer, took you to the ground

You parted from that oak tree called life, at the speed of sound

Winter is the season, where faith comes into play

I’m a traveller on this Dunya, like those leaves on an oak tree. I won’t stay.

Pen 'N' Paper

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After reading the above poem sister Nimo wrote:

Yes just like those leaves you won’t stay

Neither will I nor the hours of the day

Innature we see the perfect example

Of how in all things we can see life’s cycle

We begin, we grow, and remain for awhile

After we peak we begin to decline

Weaker and weaker till it’s our time

To return to the earth from which we came

To meet Allah and hope we are free of blame

Nimo Yusuf