A mountain sits way up high.
Flowing streams of stress flows through his shattered body.
So much wear and tear breaks him down.
Its always cold no matter how close to the sun.
Stuck in his worrys he can't move.
He pears over the clouds and spys a leaf.
Oh how wishes he can be a leaf.
Fly around to see this world. Have beautiful colors which burn so bright it will start a fire deep inside. Float with such ease in a carefree summer breeze. 
Dance anytime it pleases.
Taking chances of romance.
There's never any grief.
He loves the leaf.