As leaves fall from the dying tree
A warm breeze gently;
Carries them
To wherever it desires
The leaves go effortlessly;
And a silent agreement is made
As the journey progresses
The breeze dies down;
And the leaves are carefully placed in their new home
Shortly after the leaves begin to decay;
And once again become part of the earth
Forever possessing warm feelings for the breeze;
That presented them with the opportunity;
To see the world in a different light