Rock and Leaf

I AM no leafage for the wind
To twirl upon its thumb,
Nor am I roek to bear the sleet
And be forever dumb —
I am a flesh of middle mould
Between the rock and leaf,
Sometimes I stand defying pain,
Sometimes I bow with grief —
An entity of flesh and mind
I envy cliff and stone,
Yet always know the leaf’s contempt
For granite’s senseless bone.