The Leaf | Prose for Thought

It fell like any other leaf,
having given one last show of colour.

It lost its grip, as the daylight diminished,
and the winds started to blow.

I looked up, as a whirl of wind caught my breath,
and took me in its autumn dance.

The golden leaves formed a tunnel,
wrapping me in their embrace.

My body span with the motion,
my arms reached out, waiting.

It fell in my outstretched hand,
as others flew down around me.

My hand closed gently around it,
clasping the last of its life.

A once green bud of promise,
now blazing a trail,
on its journey back to the earth.

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Category: Sarah Writing