The Leaf

I thought of a leaf
Blowing through the wind
Refusing direction,
Choosing the path it's in,

I thought of it tearing,
Losing its charm
Being unhealthy
Like a sick green lout,

I thought of it drying,
Giving up itself
To the flow of the wind
That never lessens to help,

I thought of this leaf
Floating away -
Lost sense of direction,
Lost sense of its way,

I thought of it crying
While it crumpled into sand,
The wind was finally too strong
And it fell down to land.