A Leaf, a Life and the Meaning There Of

beyond the road curve ahead I do not know, we are still far and distant from winter snow, autumn has sprayed green leaves some yellow, some red, as they spiral and fall to their grassy bed. these foliage tell tales of life and death, glory of existence and that final breath, when memories of life were all fresh and green, now strewn along the road is life that had been! I stand on a bridge to view the flowing stream, silent it goes like a sequence in a dream, bearing on the surface, gatherings from trees, duty performed for nature, yearly with ease. beauty all around is tribute to nature, meadow is still fresh, green is still the pasture, the demise of leaves is no reason for grief, future will bring new seasons! time is no thief! A traveller will stop to admire the view, years and years from now when I have bid adieu, that day should not be any day for remorse, life always changes and flows and finds its course! written 22/10/2022 after a walk along the Stratford upon Avon canal 6km of my daily habitat. 11syllables each line!