Ngahuru Whā
Like a wave crashing down
Leaves can’t help but fall
The inevitable can’t be stalled
They hang from their oak trees
And I wonder why
Leaves have turned from calming greens
To violent fires from awful scenes
And I am somehow inspired
By lush leaves extraordinary effort
To stay with their home tree
Cold wind blows a gale
Trying to rip leaves off oak trees
Other leaves fall off on their own
They give up their home
Because it’s hard to hang
From a terrific oak tree
The wind ensures no mahuetanga
-Hunter