I rake abundant leaves,
laying as discarded litter,
covering the ground.
Do I blame the trees,
for the vast yield?
Or the winds who blow
leaves everywhere?
Leaving them anywhere
they please!
No blame! For trees or winds.
For life,
like leaves,
yields beyond our control.
And life is best
when I take what I find,
randomly assigned me,
and in my mind,
receive it, as if,
it suits me,
perfectly fine!