The Love Life of a Leaf

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Whenever I see a dead leaf

Gracefully fall down towards

The rich body of the land

I remember the lithe physique

Of a ballerina in  her pink tutu

Jumping up in the air

And quietly  goes down like a Swan,

Poised, grand, & regal,

As if the dead leaf completely

Trusts the ground that will catch her.

The grass is also there

To cushion her fall.

I wonder if it's bliss the leaf feels,

Suspended in air as it glides down

To her destination, feeling safe.

What does she feel when she becomes

One with Earth again?

I closed my envious eyes and

I think about how different it was
Falling for you.

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*Picture from davintosh