Today the wind brought me
A leaf undoubtedly gloomy

I could tell that it had gone through many
For I seem to hear more than one story

It came off a grand oak,
Flew down the river for a soak

Flowing into the sea from the river;
From there the leaf started to shiver

Then a great wave started to amass,
Delivering the leaf to what seemed impasse

The wind swooped in and set him free:
His fate: to be burned slowly

The wind finally escaped
And eventually came to me misshaped

But even though his story was terrifying,
To the point where one would feel like dying,
I felt like taking the skies and flying
Just to avoid everyone's sighing