The Fallen Leaf

Time has come, to let it go

The strenuous wait for the gusty wind

To blow away at the last clinging pieces.

 

Gliding down gently, light as a feather

To settle down among the green patches

Growing between the concrete cracks.

 

A little hippity-hop dance

To avoid the trampling foot

Fading into oblivion with each move.

 

The extrinsic surface withering away

Until the soul remains lingering

Seeking to occupy a new abode.