i wonder - do leaves think:
when I fall - I hope to fall straight
down to be with all my brethren
we sprung up together, we should
lay together and face the footsteps
and creatures who will use us for
warmth or discarded waste. Does
each want to be that one leaf lost
in the current as it blows past - it
ebbing: falling and rising, travelling
miles and being lost far from where
it once sprung. it has a story, one
never told but often seen. films
fragment its journey. and we, as we
walk, ponder its thoughts - for it
was life.
as we
saw it
