All my life, I have spent chasing leaves.
I watch them as newborns
uncurling their fists in their first protest for life
dancing naked to the melody of the wind’s flutes
shimmering in the glow of the sun’s smiles
safely cradled in the arms of their mothers
who fate has destined to outlive them
yet still they serve so faithfully
they do not speak of gratitude
do not grow proud the day they learn
to master colour
do not question the day their mother
lets go of their hand
do not stop seeking the day
they first falter
do not stop giving the day
they last move.
All my life, I have spent chasing leaves
and every day, I learn from their fall.