Green leaves
Firmly rooted to their branches
Frolic gaily blind to their coming fate.

Yellowing leaves cling to their lifeline
Fearing the next exhale of wind
May bring an end to their days.

Wrinkled and dried the brownish leaves
Loosened their grip
Today is the day.

Peacefully, graciously
They let go and flutter to the ground
Content at a life well lived.