The Ballet of the Falling Leaves
Falling leaves in autumn offer a unique spectacle,
To whoever wants to stop for a moment… and watch:
Not a single one behaves the same,
Yet all have the same destiny,
Their heavy stems push them down, give them speed,
While they shape their trajectory artistically,
Some play with the wind,
Others resist, fight against it,
Some look like butterflies flying peacefully....floating boats,
Others go straight down.... crashing planes,
Lazy leaves wander around in a slow, unrushed movement,
Those in a dancing mood swirl all the way down, gracefully,
Most move vertically,
But a few prefer horizontal movements,
Perhaps wanting to escape to some other place…
Lonely, scared leaves have anarchic, disorganized trajectories,
Reflecting their sense of hopelessness,
Hurried leaves strike branches on their way down,
While peaceful, happy ones make their way through easily,
And the leaves still attached to the trees are waving,
Waiting for their turn to be set free,
Just for a moment… and then die.
