But ever so gently.
The wind is caressing it,
leading it to the ground
where my feet lie.
I watch it float,
and as I do I realize
that I am the leaf.
I’m falling in love with you
and I haven’t hit the ground yet;
I haven’t stopped falling for you.
I’m a bubble in the light breeze.
I’m a sailboat drifting happily among the waves.
I’m an Eagle soaring through the blue sky.
I am the minuscule leaf lingering in the air.
I’m going to relish all the altitude I have left
before I touch the ground.