To Soar
A supple leaf blows
Gently through the breeze
Unassuming and unaware
Past all the other trees
It dodges the grasping branches
Weaving brilliantly it glides
Beautifully it dips
Whimsically it rides
It does not assume
It does not conceive
It does not love
This leaf has no beliefs
Someday it will stop
Sometime it may fall
But for this moment
It soars over us all
