When the wind makes the leaves dance
As they fall their last chance to shine
Flying, floating, swirling past the branches descending
Their last journey seemingly never-ending
On the way down a graceful flutter
Heading slowly for the ground
A reminder letting go is beautiful and not sorrowful
The tree doesn’t weep for the leaves it has shed
Instead it stands bare for a while, respectful and ready
For the time will come to grow again.
Amy Kelly
