Wind blows over the meadow
and the leaf blows with
it
The leaf depends on the wind
for its place in life
wind is fate for the leaf
the leaf has no say in
where it may end up
wherever the leaf will be
in life
it will make the most
of its time there
the winds blow through again
the leaf lands on a rock
the rock holds onto the leaf
fighting the winds of
fate
the leaf has never seen
something stand up to the
wind or even thought of
that as possible
even with this new found
rebellious action brought
to life
the leaf only wondered