Free at Last

under the shades of mangrove trees
he stood there like a sentinel
against the onrush of time
alone with fallen leaves around him

he was paused on his breath
the breathtaking vista of forever
painted on the eternal ocean
of blue like line dancers

brown leaves multi-coloured
in their last descent to earth below
sighed freedom from mother tree
return to nurture her

sighed he against his post
marking where his bones lie
freedom he knew from his coils
even from memories slowly fading

free at last
unknown unremembered.




*this poem was entered in a competition here. Thank you for reading*