Swaying care free, harmlessly in mid air A fall down into a constant plunge Yielding downward with wind care Twist and whipped into numerous tosses
Flipped up over my head and slapped about
Descending to earth despite aimed efforts Still, in a fall; and rapidly dropped Turning to the right for a few moments Feeling the hot sun upon my face Rolling left upon my side, tumbling around Seeing earth close to end my fate Once vivid green colored, securely dangling Now brown decayed and falling down My arms once did stretched outward Now sadly curled inward and round My fall and drop has no whisper My descent yells no note or sound I am just an aged leaf decayed by seasons