Amid Falling Leaves
Amid falling leaves, I stand motionless
trying to understand their falling off;
is it agony of going into oblivion
or joy of freedom from a bondage.
But whatever it is, I feel amazed
at this repetitive magic of nature;
at the start of cycle of renewal
in physical and metaphysical sense.
Why do leaves change their colour
dazzling the entire environment;
and adorning bright crimson hues
before kissing dust to become dust?
Is it to reduce the meloncholy
of baring the trees of their loss;
or to celebetate a joy of freedom
in anticipation of oncoming spring.
Beyond a cold, grey winter
when new shoots will adorn the trees;
in green and other myriad hues
spreading the warm cheer again.
Whatever it may be, falling leaves
inspire me to prepare for change;
from my current state of being
weather good or bad, I not know.
It will, sooner or laterdesert me
and like falling leaves ask me;
to brace up to face cold winds
and persevere, in hope of a colorful spring.
This continual change will go on
for ever, till eternity, I guess;
the whistling breeze merrily helping
leaves to fall off as an agent of change.
Leaves believe they shall be replaced
by fresh young ones next season;
they let go and enjoy their freedom
celeberating their fall dancing with wind.
Yet they cannot help leaving behind
a sombre mood for those still attached;
signalling them to prepare for the inevitable
when their turn arrives, to depart.
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