Whirling leaf

I am a whirling leaf -with zest in my soul
As, lifeless, I float, to no where

Fallen from tree, into movement of wind

A granted blessing, of a humble prayer

Once clinging, living, feet tied to a bark

Bonding to every strand of life

Merry green and tender when born

Being bound to a place, my only strife

I swayed with the wind, I poured out my heart

Tell me what it feels- like, to fly?

In the end when I am a fallen leaf,

Would you hold me in your arms, when I die?

Take me to where, ever you go

Till I dry, crumble, touch the ground

Let the gust, tear me apart

But grant my wish, let me glide- unbound

~Sam