Wafting too and fro as I drift to earth.
I gently land... without notice.
No splash... no sound.
I become one with the flow of the river.
The sound of the rushing waters soothes my soul.
I follow the path of the current...
I glide over the rocks.
I survive the falls.
A quiet place ...
To pause and reflect.
A spot to be one with the river...
But still waters to observe the passing current.
Summer is over... but it seems that life for a leaf isn't?
Maybe... I will enjoy fall...