A Fallen Leaf

May the wind blow a little longer.
May I be lifted up a little higher.
For I am merely a fallen leaf,
Cast away from the secured branch of the tree.

The wind I depend upon
To allow me the sweet taste of the air above.
It will be the same wind that pulls me down
Once its course change, I know.
That wind will soon help me soar high up again
When in an agreeing mood, I believe.
Wind, being wind.
Unpredictable wind.
Its direction I will never predict.
Its strength I will never calculate.
Its course I just follow.
For I am merely a fallen leaf,
Cast away from the secured branch of the tree.

The energetic wind has become gentle.
No longer has it strength to keep me high up.
I will soon hit the ground, I realize.
Slowly swaying downwards...
For I am merely a fallen leaf,
depending upon the strong wind to decide my destiny.
I will stay on the ground,
To be trampled upon,
To be turned to dust.
For I am merely a fallen leaf,
caught in a soon-dying wind.