It's fall; winds blow all day
And leaves shed all around.
Another moment, another gust of wind
And a few more leaves shed
Probably means nothing special to you
Statistically insignificant, a comma in an epic.
But the leaf, each leaf
Has a very different narrative
Profound, poetic, personal
Emotional, secretive, transitive.
But you'd miss all those stories
That leaf will just be a relic.
Once, you lived on the tree
The leaves were all distinct, all friends
Now reduced to multitudes of color
by time and distance, to seasonal trends
Would you ever be friends again?
Or would life always be so frantic.
It's so easy to drift apart
Almost the natural order of things
You start flying in another direction
With the slightest change in winds
Sure, other trees will fill the void
Sure, elsewhere you'd rediscover the magic
Probably this one doesn't really mean much to you
Statistically insignificant. A comma in an epic.
