Leaves off the ground pick up dust
and swirls around in miniature cyclones
through my hair, caresses my face and flies away.
The warmth in that moment is just so priceless
and as my smile fades away
with that last leaf blowing into the air,
I make a wish.
I watch that last leaf flies away into the night sky
knowing that I will never see it again.
But the thought of that brings a smile to my face.
My wish never comes true.