Leaves

Leaves See the leaf caught in the gale On freedoms wind away does sail Departed now, from the twigs How brief, their existence is Some are trapped within a rut Some stick together in a glut Some spend their days all alone Others drift where they are blown Some are destined to fly high Some watch others passing by Some stay firmly on the ground Others just whirl round and round Some are blown far away Some near home, they will stay Some from place to place do flutter Others remain, in the gutter Some find themselves on top of pile Their purchase there is so fragile Held aloft from underneath By the strong and humblest leaf Relying so on game of chance Upon the breeze perform their dance Everywhere the leaves are scattered Along the way are torn and tattered And when their journey comes to end Back with the earth the leaves do blend Making way for those to come The colourful, glorious, Next Autumn.