I wonder sometimes
What it must feel like to be a leaf
Slowly falling
Aimed toward the earth
Anticipating the sudden stop
Upon the ground
I am destined to one day be under

What must it be like
To one day be high up
Close enough to taste the sun
Close enough to smell the clouds
Close enough to hear the stars
Close enough to glimpse…God?

Just when you’ve begun to decipher
The mystery of it
The tree shudders
Your place in the heavens
Taken
By time or some other faceless cruelty

I shall no longer wonder of this
Because it is a truth we face from birth
We are all falling leaves
And despite our position in life
We all land in the same ground