What must it be like

to be a leaf upon a tree

always tethered to its branch

forever seeking to be free…

What must it be like

to be a leaf upon the ground

always trampled beneath ones feet

forever wishing to be found…

What must it be like

to be a leaf upon the air

Floating wild and free from its tree

of the ground, it isn’t aware…

Leaves seem a lot like life sometimes

from birth to growth on to death

All are a part of a journey

beauty and value lay within each breath…

Leaves come in all shapes, colors, and sizes

all previously chosen with care

From the Gardner who tends the trees

producing beauty everywhere…