alone the trees are gray,
leaves falling in silence,
with ease the wind blows them away,
it requires no violence,

the wind carries them like babies in baskets,
it uses its own body instead of open caskets,

they land in the river,
and some on the sides,
but one still remains,
it debates and decides,

what shall i do? it says,
where shall i go?
should i stay here in the air?
or should i join the river flow?

shall i fall upon the side
where i will forever reside?
i simply just can't decide,

i can fly in the air and go anywhere,
i can fall on the side in the easiest place to hide,
i can float in the river like a boat in the winter,
or i can stay here and never ever decide,