The wind keeps flailing a leaf in the grass outside my window,
it moves from side to side,
lightly and violently, back and forth,
but it stays in the same spot on the ground.
This leaf is so grounded I begin to feel jealous,
it withstands any gust.
Then, I remember this leaf fell from a tree,
it already lost its battle.
And now it's fighting yet another one.
A never-ending war,
the life after leaving home.