An autumn leaf blowing in the wind
It will fall I know but when?
Does it let go and peacefully glide?
Does it hold on with memory of hope
Remember the days
When fate was okay.
Does it feel a longing for the earth,
Anticipating blanketing her?
Does it feel it will fall into non-existence
Lose control with no direction?
Little leaf, fragility is special.
Do you see the beauty in your vulnerability?
Little leaf I know swaying is scary.
There is beauty in the fall.