I watched a brown leaf as it danced on the wind
It’s companions were resting on the ground trying to catch their breath
With fingers extended and veins, they looked like hands hiding something in the earth
Recently they lived together in a tree clapping at the warm summer breeze
Shielding our eyes from the sun as we do with our own hand.
Touching the warm sunlight the way we touch
Enjoying the breeze with the exuberance we have
The fact that they will be covered with snow doesn’t mean it is over.
There is a rustling sound, longing for spring
Expect an encore; All that is good will return to perform again.
The Rational Element 