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.