Leaf On the Stream

A listless drifting, A quiet being, The lonely leaf on the stream. From whence it came Or what it's aim All's lost a distant dream. And as it drifted At last it lifted, It lifted into the air. It freely soared The stream ignored, The stream of all it's care. Aw'fully thrilled, With wishes filled The sky's never been so near. In hopeful flight The world set right, There was not one to fear. But woe! The gusty blow Could not forever stall The fated scheme Back to the stream The leaf begun to fall. A tap, a rippling, It went on drifting On the stream's incessant flow. Who could discern The wind's return? The leaf would never know