Destined

The wind susurrated 

In the ears of a leaf,

The day has dawned

Of the Departure for it.

Pale yellow leaf sighed

Widened its wilting eyes,

Glanced at the empty branches

Upon which it had dreamt with sprite.

The whole of its journey

The bloom, the youth and the wilting,

Passed through infront of its eyes

Which are moistened slight.

And a sudden gush of wind jerked

It got gracefully plucked,

Wafting and swaying it fell down

And mingled with a smile in the deep down brown.

There are times in the lives

Where you have to detach the things,

Though you have had lived upon it

But detachment and departure is destined.