Leaf floats,
Along the river,
Purposeless, meaningless,
And without a sliver.
Abandoned and hopeless,
For what it was,
Wondering why,
Without a cause.
And afoot,
There was a fall,
Leaf tugged along,
To end it all.
Just then an ant,
Came upon the leaf,
Looking at the fall,
With a bit of grief.
Near the edge,
A wind flew by,
Clutching,
The leaf began to fly.
Recalling the day,
And the branch it left,
A short feeling of freedom,
And an eternity bereft.
Gently floating,
Down the fall,
Caressing the land,
Coming to a crawl.
Carefully trudging,
The ant departs,
Again abandoned,
In the heart of hearts.
The leaf unmoved,
And facing down,
Wondering, if there is,
Another waterfall,
Another wind,
Another ...
