End of the World

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qgcy-V6YIuI

Moon River

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOByH_iOn88

My First Poem: Leaf Love

To Enid, From Nat


I am a person who could cry over a leaf.
It would be hard but I could. Are you?

If I was out on a walk and I tore a leaf,
That was attached to a plant,
I would feel destructive but I would probably not cry. Would you?

But if I really thought about it.
How I had....
Torn through the waxy cuticle,
Broken open the palisade cells that had been busy photosynthesising,
Depleted the plant of chlorophyll, the pigment that traps the sun's energy,
And ripped apart two guard cells that together had made a stoma,
Then I might cry. Would you?

But if it had not been while out on a walk,
But had been a leaf off my own house plant.
A plant I had found abandoned and wilting outside the back of a hotel in the car park,
I'd feel differently. Would you?

This plant has a name.
It is fighting for its life.
Day by day it makes another step along the road of recovery.
If I tore its leaf, I would cry. Would you?

I sit now beside Enid,
And I wonder, would I cry?
Should I pull off a leaf to find out?
Do you think I should?
I don't.
I don't want to cry and I don't want Enid too either.