Carrying a fallen leaf,
Over the grass, to cement,
Kept afloat through the torment,
Through the shadows
and down dark halls,
Fluttering above and never falls,
Although unseen, it’s felt throughout,
Lifting up, and clearing doubt.
Disappearing for a moment or two,
Always to return,
Lifting up the leafs’ weak body again.  
Guiding once more through cellar doors, Elevating through the window to tomorrow’s forevermore’s.

Although unseen, it’s clear as day,
You’re just like the wind.