Falling Leaf

I feel myself floating, spiralling, Swaying softly with the breeze, I look up at the grey hued sky above me, The vastness of the world overwhelms me, Engulfs me. As I continue my floating descent downwards, I pass others, some still attached and solid others, like me, Disembodied, dismembered, cast out from the flock, I continue my journey downward. I feel like I'm heading to the bowels of the earth, To the deepest pits of hell itself, My time has been fleeting, My life ebbing away. A gust in the wind pulls me, tugging me in new directions, Briefly I fly, Upwards, But all too soon i feel myself twirling, Descending once more. Hither and thither I fall, And when I hit the ground I will lie amongst my fallen brothers and sisters, I will remain and i will decay and rot, Future food for my family tree, And my home, the branch from where I fell, Will survive and go on without me.