Leaf
falling,
breaking off into independent air,
free at last.
flapping, spinning, swirling
flying towards the ground
soaring towards the end
towards an eternity of death
a forever of silence.
Leaf
your fall
your flight
it's not only the ultimate act of your existence
it is the reason you are.
Those flying seconds are your existence
To fly is to live.
To fall is to die.
You spend those last brief grasps before numb retirement
both flying and falling, living and dying.
You fly the most
as you fall.
