The leaf on the stone

A leaf

On flag stone

A simple thing

Yet how did it get here?

Trees surround me

Yet not the right type

Cherries abound

Apple and Pear

Alder and Willow

But no Sycamore.

A puzzle to ponder

How did you reach here?

Where are you from?

Where is your treeA

Where you grew

And fell

Do you know you don’t belong?

Yet who says?

Maybe you were made

For this single purpose

To spark this poem

To make me think

And write

Of your journey.

To recline in this place

And rather

Than not belong;

To stand out

To be unique

And be celebrated

For the wonder that you are.

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