So often than not

I feel like a leaf balancing on a branch,

Tied to the mercurial weather. 

Bright green to soak in the morning summer sun

Then yellow and orange from the sharper brisk air 

Interrupted by hesitant dashes of light.

Soaked brown when a strong storm shakes me

As I cling to my crooked branch.

How I wished I was a root

Firmly situated beneath the solid earth

Absorbing what I needed from my surroundings

Letting it nourish me, instead of rattle me.

An unwavering root spread miles beneath the surface

Keeping a whole organism alive and securely in place.

As I drift down to the hill of leaves beneath me

I reconnect with my roots

And I am complete