Maple Leaf

I watched a maple leaf’s descent to ground. It’s downward swaying motion, every now and then a pirouette without a sound until it came to rest so gently down. I asked myself: A life so brief and yet so beautiful, is life to be defined by lasting time and taken for granted? To go around in circles disinclined to find profundity-Sad existence! Ah! But the leaf, its purpose foreordained: to live a measured life, a subsistence Profound in many ways and unrestrained. To waste a lengthy life, so incomplete I’d sooner live my life a maple leaf.