growing and fall is all i do
stuck to the branch of this tree
i sway in the summer breeze
but by fall i have to leave
always arriving, always leaving
swaying in the summer breeze
i want to hold on for a bit longer,
but by fall i must leave
i yearn for an eternal summer
i yearn for winds like these
my whole life an act of letting go
because by fall i must leave
but why would the dreams of something so small, like a leaf, be fulfilled?