Autumn

As surely as the season of Summer follows Spring,

Autumn will be where Monsoon stood by,

Leaves take the place of raindrops,

Falling down like Manaa from the sky.

Brown and afraid, a few still hang on,

Clinging to the branches of the tree,

Snuggling for some more time in their comfort zone,

What the future holds, unwilling to see.

Born and brought up in a sheltered home,

Amidst a luscious greenery,

Waiting long past their time,

To sever the bonds which held them and break free.

Having derived their nourishment and learnt the lessons,

What the tree had to teach and offer,

Yet they fail to realize that it is now,

Time to seek a new teacher.

Instead of looking forward to the possible rewards,

They prefer the old familiarity,

Eschewing the excitement that comes with,

And is a part of the uncertainty.

But the tree says, “Enough’s enough”,

If not now, then it’ll be never,

It’s in the best interest of everyone,

Of their own fate, they become their own master.

But thankfully for the tree,

Nature too has plans of its own,

And also for those leaves who are unable to come to terms,

With the fact that their home they have outgrown.

Ready or not, their time has come,

While the tree’s love for its children is put to test,

Sadly but proudly, it lets go,

Watching by as gravity does the rest.

In an unfamiliar terrain, the leaves are now thinking,

“I have no one to depend on but me”,

As nature teaches a lesson to all,

While showing how beautiful letting goes can be.

“The hardest part about growing up is letting go of what you were used to, and moving on with something you’re not.”