True Moments of joy are fleeting,
Only glimmering glimpses without knowing and seeking.
These moments deceiving  and trifling, yet the only moments truly liberating.
These moments provide solace to the being the human was anyways withering.

You sway in the breeze, because swaying is all you know,
you sway without any reason,
You swayed as if you will never sway again,
Swayed as if no ones watching,
You swayed as if you weren't the leaves anymore as if you became the act of swaying,
Sometimes gently and sometimes going in eccentric waves you swayed effortlessly as you made me sway with you,
Looked as if the winds made you giggle with laughter,
Made me wonder was it just the winds or were you made to sway anyway.