by J.D. Kay

Created on: April 09, 2009   Last Updated: September 03, 2010

With a gust of cooling air

The journey begins

Born for this

You proudly decent

The warmth of the sun hidden

The cold has begun

As you come from your roost

Floating a little at a time

Another gust of wind

You crackle and creak

While you are pushed

A down farther yet

A final burst of wind

And the decent is almost over

You come to rest with a gentle touch

On a moss covered stone

What it would be like

To feel that free

To be a leaf

Falling from a tree

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