Dry leaves fall of the tree,
"come look at us" they call me.
I walked toward them, gazing in awe,
believing that everything is beautiful, by the Almighty's law.
As the leave comes dancing in air across my face,
the death of the innocent shines in grace.
It sways and moves..like its free from bondage,
it reaches the floor like it was out of its cage!
I personified the leaf to be alive..
and believed that it had overcome all its life's strife.
The leaf had succumbed to heat, rain and the storm,
so I embraced it giving it love so warm!
I strode across the street with so much pride,
because I hope, when I am stranded... I do get a ride!
