Woke up from a dream,
Where I was a leaf,
Being passed up an ever growing tree.
From stem to stem, branch to branch, I was passed along up the tree.  
And as I, this leaf ascended, being pushed along by the tree itself, everyone I loved so much, sat on branches, leaning against the trunk like Huckleberry Finn might, if he were resting in a tree.  
And as I'd pass them, they'd look at me so lovingly,
Hold a hand out as if to catch me,
But no one ever actually caught and held me, the leaf, forever being pushed along up the tree.

Until I the leaf, neared the top of the tree.
And I as an old man sat in the very top branches.
Surrounded by everyone I loved.  
Crying so painfully.  
Reaching out to me, the leaf.  
Wanting to hold me just once...
Until I passed my old man self too...  
And left the tree on a breeze.  
Never to see them again.