When I was a Leaf

I became a leaf
upon the top of a tree,
where the breezes
created a smile upon
my soul.

The tips of a winged bird
tickled my spine,
allowing all senses
to feel nothing less
than beautiful.

Clouds formed tears upon
my cheek, raining memories
of endless, shadowed storms-
darkness came as thunder called
unto me.

I became nothing other than
a leaf upon the highest tree,
floating downward, watching
friends gather in clusters
of color.

Landing upon a soiled bed of moss
was where I truly knew the meaning
of life, passerby's imprinted markings
as I clung to the sole of their shoes.

I resided upon the roadside
where decay became my true
design, transformation.

Pieces of my broken heart
mated within a compost of
seeds, creating rebirth.

Out of darkness,
the moon and sun-

I stand strong, not as a leaf
but a Tree....