Recycling redemption

In the moment when the leaf let’s go of the branch, it asks the tree; will you forgive my sorrow?

And the tree answers; it was rooted in me, so please forgive my soil.

And the soil cries; my essence is moist sprung from tears of the sky, prayers of redemption.

And the sky looks down on the ocean and says; I am but a reflection of you, so please accept my love.

And suddenly, rain starts falling on the earth and the trees stretch higher toward the sky and love, is sown.