LEAVES OF LIFE

 

Leaves blowing in the wind.

Bright, yellow, and crunchy

with a border of brown

working its way to the

middle.

 

They fall, making know

attempt to direct their

course, letting the wind

gently guide them as they

dance in the air.

 

Spontaneously turning,

swaying side to side,

side to side, side to side.

 

They fall unpredictably, naturally,

allowing their course to

be charged moment to moment.

 

To the ground they fall,

where they rest peacefully,

patiently awaiting where

the wind may take them

next.

 

I aspire to be like leaves.