A Leaf Is Always Falling

A leaf is always falling in the woods.

Some may fall from happenstance and

others for the trees own good.

But down they flutter into rock or gutter,

 life is just a season.

They seem to me to represent all

 that has rhyme and reason.

A leaf is always falling in the woods.

They stand for hope and peace and

 many things may never be understood.

Some are spinning wildly like the days I’ve lived till now.

Others floating tranquil.

All go back to the earth anyhow.

Others truck down violently when the sky is given sound.

Like pine needles driven from their bows to pierce
the flooding ground..

A leaf is always forming in the woods.

As others wither and die

It’s all for the mothers own good.

I listen. I hear them whisper as quietly they descend.

There is beauty to be seen in the brown and the green
and beginnings have always to end.

On the forest floor of evermore

 The story as plain as can be.

 Our lives are the same through he joy and the pain.

A colorful tapestry..

I hear the wind through the trees.

 The birds and the bees sound so good.

But a leaf is always falling in the woods.

Chris