Leaves just fall
Like a human with no care in the world
Or a soul searching for a home
Like it's timed
Before the next person jumps out of a plane on their first sky dive
Premeditated
Each leaf knows when it's next
To meet the feat
And the fate of other leaves crunching beneath my feet
Floating down in such a way that looks like they're saying "I'm next or wheee wheee" like the little piggy crying all the way home
It's now or now
All in competition for the most creative landing
Categories like most flips before falling to the ground or the most graceful float around
Descending in pairs of two, maybe with the leaf they grew next to
Not in this alone
None
Meeting every family member and neighbor in the same place
All the same fate
I wonder how the strongest leaves feel when all have left the tree and they remain
Through the colder weather
Sometimes through snow
Always through rain
Proud or lonely
Or are they weak?
Afraid to fall and leave the comfort of their roots
Or serving as a symbol and a remembrance of the life of the tree once bearing the greenest of leaves that we all seem to forget about when fall comes
Too fascinated and enraptured by the leaves that change colors because they're different from the norm
Yet we miss them through the winter as we tear them apart
As we walk throughout each day going through what they go through
Falling and shedding as graceful or messy as we can be
With or without someone beside us
Pieces of us we let die and give up for new life
We wait to be reborn with the trees
Until a new season rolls around and we.... marvel over the falling of leaves again
When there is no longer something pretty and new to amuse us
We long for old things
Always coming back full circle, always beginning
Always beginning
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 1:48 AM UTC
Leaves just fall
Like a human with no care in the world
Or a soul searching for a home
Like it's timed
Before the next person jumps out of a plane on their first sky dive
Premeditated
Each leaf knows when it's next
To meet the feat
And the fate of other leaves crunching beneath my feet
Floating down in such a way that looks like they're saying "I'm next or wheee wheee" like the little piggy crying all the way home
It's now or now
All in competition for the most creative landing
Categories like most flips before falling to the ground or the most graceful float around
Descending in pairs of two, maybe with the leaf they grew next to
Not in this alone
None
Meeting every family member and neighbor in the same place
All the same fate
I wonder how the strongest leaves feel when all have left the tree and they remain
Through the colder weather
Sometimes through snow
Always through rain
Proud or lonely
Or are they weak?
Afraid to fall and leave the comfort of their roots
Or serving as a symbol and a remembrance of the life of the tree once bearing the greenest of leaves that we all seem to forget about when fall comes
Too fascinated and enraptured by the leaves that change colors because they're different from the norm
Yet we miss them through the winter as we tear them apart
As we walk throughout each day going through what they go through
Falling and shedding as graceful or messy as we can be
With or without someone beside us
Pieces of us we let die and give up for new life
We wait to be reborn with the trees
Until a new season rolls around and we.... marvel over the falling of leaves again
When there is no longer something pretty and new to amuse us
We long for old things
Always coming back full circle, always beginning
Always beginning