in a series of colors from a prism.
My attention is held in their prison.
Life’s transformation trapped in a leaf;
daily the browns progress and greens retreat.
My fascination is not in their death;
I instead admire their attempt to infect
as they float away from their home
leaving behind a life of what they know.
The leaves accept influence on their path down to earth
blowing whichever way the wind blows them they surf
embracing the undefined journey ahead.
I obsess in their abandonment of being fed
watching as they focus more on leaving their mark,
finding a way to epically impart.
A leaf imprints its identity for us to see,
a message to us that it is with change we will be free
because a leaf reflects an ongoing cycle
Of starting over, a new chapter, a new title.
But we must be intentionally aware,
act with sincerity in the manner in which we share
our life story can be altered at any time.
Each fall the leaves comfort us that we will be just fine.
Remember that you write your own destiny,
so act true to yourself and define your own legacy.