The Leaf

I was a leaf that fell off a tree,
And I'm sure I hit the ground,
But it wasn't long before the wind
Picked me up and whirled me around.

I flew over some water and raced from a cliff,
Soared swift, and brushed past a stone,
I whispered through fur and feather alike,
And each place I thought I was home.

But the wind was coaxing and beckoned to me,
I wouldn't remain there for long:
One touch of it's hand to my wandering eyes,
And once again I'd be gone.

Irresistible, that charming breeze,
So far on it I flew,
I forgot the ground completely,
And what proper leaves should do.

Proper leaves rain from the trees
And carpet earth in color,
But though I fell I didn't plummet
And I watched them all grow duller.

In vain I searched for one like me
Who just couldn't reach the earth,
One who also felt the wind
And embraced senseless rebirth.

I was a leaf that fell off a tree,
And would never hit the ground,
Now I'm not sure what I am,
A bird, by breezes bound.