A leaf to start but where lies the path to go?

Gone with the wind, engulfed in the flow,

To where does the heart of a young one sway,

Whenever one hopes to be at one’s own age,

Leaves come and go with every seasonal tide,

Wind, rain, snow each season bleeding more into the personality side,

Drowning with no water and breathing with no air,

Climbing invisible mountains and feeling the sun’s embrace,

Each a mark of all the remarkable sensations of life,

Each a seasonal greeting.