Am a fallen leaf with the wisdom of time,

Fly around in the wind to travel fathomless lands…

My edges are wrinkles with love of the season,

Colored with hues of golden bands..

 

Floating over the seamless oceans,

Salty air crusting on my aged face…

Till I reach the cold blue mountains,

Glide down the waterfall race…

 

Gritty sand of mysterious deserts,

Grind me veins to fine dust…

Soaring on, I will go till I reach you,

To my final destination, I must…

 

ACR Moon