I saw her gliding down the leaf, so simple yet so graceful,
As the sun surfed across the horizon, to trace her curvy belly.
She made a beeline for the longest yard, with tears trailing her path,
To bid adieu to one's origin, was never an easy task.
How transient was her life, the purpose still behind the veils,
With fading beat, she rounded on the final edge of blade.
And then it struck ! with gush of colors, the truth always unveils,
With rainbow heart, she lunged forward, the leaf was left bereft.
I watched her flight, short it was, as she landed hard on her belly,
With grit and a lullaby on her lips she seeped past the soil.
To quench the ground which holds us all, was her sole passion,
How selfless, docile and humble was her fleeting presence ?
And yet the Dew, taught us all, to cherish, every moment,
Throw-off the attachments, spring forward and a new sapling will become your monument.
-Saumil
