A leaf fell on to the skin of water
Balancing between floating and
Sinking, like a second life it was
Neither here or their.

Ever in-between traveling between
The realms of life and death. For
It did not grow becoming ever more
Fragile, seeing above naked branches
Where life once gave but fell.

And below as it skimmed on this fragile
Moment, dancing to the whims of the
Winds as past hence but more delicate
Where movements than they were before.

Little fragile existence of what was and
Had now become, it enjoyed its dance
But knew that it was a matter of time
Before the dance ended and to pieces it
Would collectively sink one last time.