Destination

Blowing in the wind, a leaf so high
Boundaries it knows not of as it floats
No destination as it circles the sky
Just freedom, pure freedom it promotes

Enjoying the exquisiteness of the earth below
Not looking for another leaf in which to see
Flying around in glory, with the wind it flows
Happier than when it left the tree

The branches held it tight, never letting go
Living with the green each and every day
Now its color is so bright, it's putting on a show
Admired now, most pleasant some would say

But the wind begins to howl and the leaf loses control
The colors are now fading to a brown
For the life begins to fade, and still without a goal
The brown leaf's ride has ended on a down