The Fate Of A Leaf

Right under the maple, I stood aloof

Watching it with keen eyes, making out its move

I wasn’t watching the blooms nor the twigs sharp as a knife

Nor the chocolate branches that inhabited life

I was watching a leaf, a leaf looking tender

With its butter-yellow glistening, a leaf-like no other

It’s veins bulged and its edges were wizened

It’s stalk barely holding, was ready to put an end

Here, a swift wind blew, invading the tranquility

The naive leaf fluttered, as I watched it with pity

Yet, the stalk rebelled at oppression

It did it’s best to avoid confession

But confess it did, the word in all it’s a glory

The leaf broke away, making me feel sorry

Here it made me wonder, wonder in deep thought

Why didn’t it break at first? Why had it fought?

Was it planning to win on the wind, the wind mightiest of all

Did it want to live another day, or survive the fall?

These questions are unanswered 

And like the stars, are untouched

Because it is upon us to decide

Whether to give up or to fight...